I woke up this morning and all I could think of was this place.
It’s so strange to know with all your heart when you belong somewhere.
I found my place when I was 17 and I’m still dreaming of it even now. Going back to Bapatla this summer with Mom was a true dream come true and I am so glad I have memories like these to always go back to.
One late afternoon, Johnson and I went to get fish. This is what we found.
These are the faces I’ll never forget and the place I know I belong.
Been thinking a lot about freedom these days. It seems like during different seasons in life there are always themes that drive you // make you think.
This season its freedom.
“The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. There can’t be any large-scale revolution until there’s a personal revolution, on an individual level. It’s got to happen inside first.” – Jim Morrison
I’m off to Asheville for the weekend and so excited to go and be. I’m excited to eat good food and get to know a certain few people even better.
Travel, no matter the distance always excites me and energizes me.
This weekend won’t be quite as green and colorful as this photo from the Kathmandu Valley, but I’m ready to see something different.
I found these images this weekend tucked away in a folder. Early August in India was pretty great.
On this day, so many months ago now, TT, Jess, and I made the short boat ride out to Elephanta Island from Mumbai. What I remember most from this place is the color. Everything seemed to glow.
Today in Chapel Hill, I’m wearing fur and its winter, but its just as bright and sparkly as it was in India on this day.
There is something beautiful about all scars of whatever nature. A scar means the hurt is over, the wound is closed and healed, done with. -Harry Crews
Today is the first day in a very long time where I feel back to myself. My morning started off with little sleep, an avocado, a yoga class, a seemingly endless but beautiful meal, meditation in a quiet space, and some poetry. It’s nice to have a new start, new perspective, and new found health.
Excited for this weekend and for discovering new and old things each and everyday (*like old photos of strange days in quiet places).
Charlotte times | All the food | Skating nights | Good reads and good coffee | Kitteh kisses | Night trixx
More –> here.
“I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.” – Jack Kerouac
[Photos: Something like paradise, Tulum, Mexico//Grace Farson]
[Photos: Family love in Shenandoah National Park// Grace Farson]
GRACE FARSON 