Carried away...

After a little photo shoot in Old Colorado City...








I am all over the place; emotionally and physically. Pretty easy to narrow in on the physical aspects...thank you glute and back. As far as the heart and mind are concerned, that's another thing. A friend of mine mentioned the word 'therapeutic' today and ever since then, it's meaning and place in my life has been resting in my mind.

I feel as though I do many things on a regular basis that are therapeutic...reading, laughing, yoga, running, listening to music, creating food, capturing beauty through the eyes of a lens, deep thought, giving love, witnessing human feeling.

I'm sure if I wrote out a list, it would easily continue on and on. I spend my days searching for the next thing that will give me the feeling one of the listed things above provide: that brief happy thought, a sign of relief, acceptance of myself or others, knowing I am truly loved, seeing my creativity, laughter like I could never stop...

All of this may be stemming from not feeling like I know myself very well these days. As I fall asleep every night I lie there confused about happiness, love, truth, and pretend. My goal is to be open to every day. I want to be completely open to who or what will teach me.

Sorry for the depth...just feeling the need to vent and put words together on paper (or screen realistically).