Scribblings

hi :)

there are a few things that make me want to walk on the face of the earth softer, each step taken gently mindful of intricate little snowflakes and flowers. mostly imaginings of future softnesses and survivals.

these days i repeat the name of my grandfather, whose memory lost in my father’s memory, whose face hidden somewhere in mine, to tell my children and my lovers of him, and how i think he was soft somewhere in his heart, and when he looked at the world he thought it was endless. may peace forever enfold his memory, or ever so briefly.

these days i apologise to trees, and the birds whose singing i have heard but not listened; when the world serenaded me, where was i looking? and now ahead of my years, having missed so many symphonies, will i recognise the frequency of gentleness?

when in doubt of gentleness, give it. when in doubt of beauty, look at each person as if they were mirroring the face of God. when in doubt of your heart, bring your head down and press it to your shoulder, or just forgive your mother and bow your head into hers, not so different of yours. when in doubt of your heart, forgive, forgive, forgive.

left some of my favourite pictures i’ve taken lately. how are you? what are your suggestions for revival?