A Romantic Life
… takes nerve.
Are you going to play it safe? Are you going to be careful? Or, will you speak your mind?
We are all here to learn…
“Courage is grace under pressure.” - Hemingway
Sometimes, when we believe we are at the end… we are truly at the beginning.
I need something that challenges my soul… makes me grow… so that I can contribute my best self—I have met many influential people… leaders, and pot stirrers… it’s a part of me, by osmosis… I’ve also seen a lot of sacrifice, danger, and commitment… at the risk of freedom, lives (and careers).
In love and life… admiration is the basis for love—if I don’t admire you, how can I love you…
"I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman." - Anaïs Nin
The universe has a plan… and it has been a much harder road for many… as we enjoy the casual comforts in our life—we must remember, realize, have empathy, and contribute.
I see an epidemic of unequipped wealthy people, many by inheritance… and less work ethic, more entitlement… dirty money… it’s a confusing time—making class and position too important… if born into.
Scared to live… Don’t do this, don’t do that… don’t rock the boat… lies, secrets... unhappiness.
Is there a gap in humanity… depression, violence, and warped goals—more money and power… do not make someone happier—some of the most miserable people I know… have way too much…
And, some just don’t care… as they make their way up the ladder, knocking others off… I do not understand competition… but there can be grace in ambition… and in doing our best and being rewarded for it.
What if I accept that all I really want is a small, slow, simple life? A beautiful, quiet, gentle life is enough… that I have the power to start again, start fresh… and be okay with my life as it is.
“If you can make one heap of all your winnings... and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, and lose, and start again at your beginnings and never breathe a word about your loss…” - Rudyard Kipling
I’ve learned to listen to people around me but not consume another’s point of view so that it becomes mine so easily. I appreciate advice and contemplate all… but ultimately decide for myself what I do. It doesn't have to make any sense to anyone else… It is my life… I’m the authority of all my choices… and the full bearer of their consequences.
It is a radical act to sit with ourselves first… and see where we are, what’s inside our own minds… feel our own feelings… meditate.
Walk by faith.
It is a wonder, to serenely watch the day appear… a stretch, a sun salutation, rising to a slow rolling sunrise… or, falling to a night time’s cup of calming tea, a book in hand, drifting asleep to positive thoughts about the world and others…
Sleeping in the forest…
No matter what the weather… blossoms bloom… there is always a new day coming… today is an empty slate…
I have reluctantly but faithfully stepped foot into the world again… to socialize and hold friendly in-person conversations—I crave a little creativity…
Lighthearted pottery, painting with watercolors… is my kind of fun.
… the midsummer’s dream… a celebration, in all its modern, but humble splendor—an escape of expression and fun… levity and glamour… in a new, more sustainable and giving way… ‘make up free’ dinner parties… it’s time to try this new world on for size and get to know each other better… while so much is at stake, we can turn to the artist…
“Where power corrupts, poetry cleanses…” - Robert Frost
Love,
P
