“Beauty has no obvious use; nor is there any clear cultural necessity for it. yet civilization could not do without it.” – Sigmund Freud
I’m currently writing from a lovely apartment in Brooklyn. Staying with Sarah these days and keeping myself somewhat busy with long walks, picture-taking, filming, reading, writing . . . NYC has been surprisingly lovely up to this point, and I feel that it will take me a while to work up the courage enough to leave this place.
Amirah in Oz asked me to think of the best places I lived in//visited in NZ and it brought back a flood of good memories. That, and a good conversation on bleachers about how NZ is the greatest place on earth, has had me thinking a good deal about NZ again.
I went through old photos and found these.
Gorgeous, crazy, stupid colorful NZ. I love that place and the life I lived there. Funny to think how different I feel now. I’m stable. Content being here and most of all passionate about things beyond just places alone. It is so easy in a place like NZ to feel constantly and unbelievably excited//inspired by your surroundings, but I’m finding that is possible in most any place. Yes, even here. Even in Carrboro.
It is fun to revisit this place through pictures and words and even more to realize that beauty exists like this. A type of beauty that is uncomfortable//distracting. A place that glows with so much color its frightening.
[Photos: The impossible beauty of the Milford sounds, NZ//Grace Farson]
“We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.” – e. e. cummings
Find someone to believe in you.
Find something beautiful to celebrate.
These photos are my inspiration//the things that are pulling me through the next few days.