The same sky

thusky sun

Photo one: Before sunset in Chitwan National Park // Nepal.

Photo two: Sunset on Gili Trawangan Island // Indonesia.

I was attempting to organize old photos last night when I came across these.  They remind me of what I love on land, in sky, in sea, in space. . .

Asia’s big skies are majestic and few things in this big world can compete.

[Photos: Nepal and Indonesia a year apart//Grace Farson]

What life looks like these days



Bright. Beautiful. Big.

Our days are full of adventures -> in a new place -> in a new language -> in the heat -> in fields -> in forests . . .

And I couldn’t ask for much more than that right now.

“I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhere
I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)
I fear no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet)I want no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)” – e. e. Cummings

[Photos: Around Letang, Nepal//Grace Farson]

Rural reflections

“This is the grass your feet are planted on.

You paint it orange or you sing it green,

But you have never found

A way to make the grass mean what you mean.
A cloud can be whatever you intend:

Ostrich or leaning tower or staring eye.

But you have never found

A cloud sufficient to express the sky.
Get out there with your splendid expertise;

Raymond who cuts the meadow does not less.

Inhuman nature says:

Inhuman patience is the true success.
Human impatience trips you as you run;

Stand still and you must lie.

It is the grass that cuts the mower down;

It is the cloud that swallows up the sky.”

– Adrienne Rich

+ baby in a watermelon

+ my future, no doubt

+ i still want to be a carpenter more than most anything. . . one of these days i might just build a cabin.

[Photos: My favorite skies this week//Grace Farson]

concert // parking deck // pink sky

Chapel Hill and Carrboro positively glow at this time of year.

The Morning Brigade and Mipso Trio put on a free concert in a parking deck last Thursday. Music. Dreamy weather. Friends. What more could I have asked for?

It was all too lovely.

“At present I absolutely want to paint a starry sky. It often seems to me that night is still more richly coloured than the day; having hues of the most intense violets, blues and greens. If only you pay attention to it you will see that certain stars are lemon-yellow, others pink or a green, blue and forget-me-not brilliance. And without my expatiating on this theme it is obvious that putting little white dots on the blue-black is not enough to paint a starry sky.” – Vincent Van Gogh

bâtir des châteaux en espagne

to build castles in the air. . .

some days i like the feeling i am not in control. . .

“love is thicker than forget
more thinner than recall
more seldom than a wave is wet
more frequent than to fail

it is most mad and moonly
and less it shall unbe
than all the sea which only
is deeper than the sea

love is less always than to win
less never than alive
less bigger than the least begin
less littler than forgive

it is most sane and sunly
and more it cannot die
than all the sky which only
is higher than the sky”

– e. e. cummings

+ another incredible holi video

+ oh, hello austria

+ the dreamiest of all dreamy rooms

goodbye november. . .

hello december!

just where did the month go?

. . .

“november comes
and november goes,
with the last red berries
and the first white snows.

with night coming early,
and dawn coming late,
and ice in the bucket
and frost by the gate.

the fires burn
and the kettles sing,
and earth sinks to rest
until next spring.”

– clyde watson

. . .

it is hard to believe this time last year, i was back home working four jobs and packing for new zealand. how has it already been year?

i feel content here and i’ve been enjoying seeing just where the days take me. . . but, i still plan trips to mexico, indonesia, india, nepal, and uganda every moment of free time i get. . .  i am off to go talk to a study abroad adviser now and just received this little line from kandyce

“we need a tour guide in kathmandu. it doesn’t pay well, but it’s good company. let us know when to expect you.”

 if only i could!
have a happy december! enjoy being where you are right now.
it is time to start listening to songs like these {my personal favorite winter themed tune of all time}