In the morning there is always a little more clarity.
These days I have found there is a certain hope and feeling that only comes with the rising sun.
“The truth isn’t always beauty, but the hunger for it is.” – Nadine Gordimer
light
More of that gold and blue
You could say I am obsessed with the light here.
From morning to night there is always some enchanting quality of the light.
Neighborhood | Tulum town, Mexico
Bright sun, golden light, and my own shadow to disrupt the pictures.
Last night to Ora and this morning to a class of yoga friends, I made a commitment to say only words that are KIND, TRUE, and IMPORTANT. Hard, but good.
“Three things in human life are important: the first is to be kind; the second is to be kind; and the third is to be kind.” – Henry James
I’m choosing to start with kindness. To spend time with loved ones. To travel to sweet places on the weekends. To reevaluate what really matters. And most of all to make the choice to see light (*light as bright and beautiful as this).
Mipso + Friends | Carrboro, NC
Possibility
“If I were to wish for anything, I should not wish for wealth and power, but for the passionate sense of the potential, for the eye which, ever young and ardent, sees the possible. Pleasure disappoints, possibility never. And what wine is so sparkling, what so fragrant, what so intoxicating, as possibility!” – Søren Kierkegaard
[Photo: Island life on Gili Trawangan//Grace Farson]
Crazy, stupid colors
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]
GRACE FARSON 