megan the wanderer

i found this the other day... shook me to the core. it opened everything within me that desired to run, to learn, breathe and be free of the ties of this life. made me want to let it go, go on a limb, sacrifice, and just live.  maybe i will.... "I’d like to repeat the advice that I gave you before, in that I think you really should make a radical change in your lifestyle and begin to boldly do things which you may previously never have thought of doing, or been too hesitant to attempt. So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and h

This is what you shall do; Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body. - Walt Whitman

LOVE in a song. Never gets old. ENJOY. 

through the cracked sky, foggy streets and dark corners, I hear you, singing softly. the light, the need, the warmth of the sun and green trees and blue waters.  I'll walk toward the sound, skipping and then slowing... to not miss a moment.  We got one road, one beaten path, one journey. no matter the way we chose, it is one path.. winding, bounding, up the tall mountains and down in the deep dark valleys.  wheater we choose to take the high road, or stay in the dark lows, we choose, we are guided, we are invoked, we are pressed, we are pushed, pulled and chased. where we go, step by step, we choose. since this is true, and the end is good, the end is good.... oh knowing that makes me want to run RUN to get there. to get to the finish line, be wrapped up in the arms of the ONE who pulls, but doesn't push. who calls but doesn't demand. who loves and doesn't stop.  So, today, I say, I'll sew up my heart and begin again. One door closes, another opens. I ma

there were chickens, home-cooking, mom made desserts, music from the 90s, campfires and games. a casual saturday night with people who love and live more everyday than anyone I know. getting life, getting what it means to relax, to be yourself, to heal, laugh, cry, and breathe. when I am here, I am home. here is a little bit of the last days of good sun in seattle.