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Posts tagged “love

Faith is…

…dying alone, knowing you aren’t alone.


Love Bomb

Diamond. ❤️


Dreamscape: Today

Dreaming…

Parking lot: 3.20.22. iPhone SE. Vintage. (Purple hair no more…) So black it’s blue…


Day by Day

I move away from the madness

Storm the fort

Day by day

Taking red

Then yellow

Green and Blue

Until the great black sea

Has been swallowed up

By the rainbow

Deam Lake: 3.17.22. iPhone SE. Vintage.


Wish You Were Here

❤️

Deam Lake. Vintage. iPhone SE. Today: 3.17.22.


Time Capsule: Tintype

Taken yesterday, by Silver Creek with one of my favourite people in the world- my son, Brian, (who’s even more private than I am). The apple doesn’t fall far they say…


Self Portrait: Down by the Riverside

Self portrait: SOOTC- Straight Out of the Camera- natural lighting- taken today; fishing with the kid. 😎 3.2.22.


Black and White

Still a monochromejunkie…

Shoopy Doop: Black and White (ish). iPhone SE. 2.21.22.


C U T

Tree. Ohio River; Indiana. Super Tak SMC macro 50 MM f/4 film + Canon Rebel t3i. 2.15.22.


Birth

Gas station street art: oil and water. Iphone SE. 2.10.22.

The Birth

Eyes squeezed
Liquid
Pours into the mouth
No matter how tight it may be

Murky depths and water
Flood the slitted eyes
Death in its black and hollow cave
Extends a hand, quickly
Slapped back by the light
Which is growing yellow
Fat and bright

Wraps itself around the scene
Like a cobra
Shedding its last skin

The breath which was muted
Comes fast and loud and rough
Eyes burst open
Liquid spills and rolls down little hills

A final sigh as breath is held
Smiles are passed around like Cuban cigars
In the other room

More liquid
Filling and spilling from eyes
The baby cries

-B. Lindsey (original)
9/7/13


The Beard

Bestie hug on Valentine’s Day: that beard!

What is it about a man’s beard that makes everything better in a woman’s world?! Ha…that sounded terribly sexist, but wait feminazis! Let me clarify. I can speak for nobody but myself.

(And on that note, if anything up there offends you (whoever’s reading this), um…you’re probably reading the wrong blog. I make no promises here and I appease no one. I write for me, not the public. I simply allow the public to peek into my life, but make no mistake, I say what I want here.)

So I’ll clarify; what is it about Josh’s beard that quiets the world and mutes the blinding chaos and noise of everyday life? That beard is EPIC. I can sink my face into it and it holds me there in some fantastic space in time- nothing moves- it could be forever for all I know…and then I breathe, and exhale. 😌

Love is a powerful thing, man. It never forgets. Anger and hatred- they’re deaf and blind. But love? Love never forgets. 🔥


L O V E D

2.14.22. <<<——

Know that you’re loved and that I will always love you. And you. And you. And you. And you. And you. And you. And you. And you. And you. And you. And you. And you. And you. And you. And you. And you. And And you. And you. And you. And you. And you. And you. And you. And you. And And you. And you. And you. And you. And you. And you. And you. And you. And you. And you. And you. And you. And you. And you. And you. And you. And you. And you. And you. And you. And you. And you. And you. And you. And you. And you. And you.

And especially you, MALT D. I love you madly but in a very different and most special way because you’re my road dog. You’re not just at the top of the heap, you are the heap. I’ll always be indebted to you first and foremost, forever, yo.

AA (aka: Carp), if you’re reading this, you’re my road dog too! You know it. Hit me up again soon on WF so I can kick your ass again. 😁 I love you very much, hombre, and always will. Always x .

❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕❤️

And for anyone else who’s reading this on St. Valentine’s Day and finds him/her/themselves alone, I hope you know how important you are to others! Know that you are absolutely loved. ❤️


H E A L

Iphone SE. 2.8.22. Photowalk.


Dreams of Technicolour

Artist with a camera. Better than “photographer”. IPHONE SE- no filters. 2.6.22.


Other Worlds

2.6.22. IPHONESE.

Dirty street near the gas station. Taken today. More to come. x


OBSESSED


BEFORE AND AFTER

1.26.22. Brunch.

Eggs. Heavy cream. Parmesan Romano. One whole red onion. Diced Smoked Ham. Fresh-cracked Pink and Black Peppercorns. Heavy on the Salted Butter. (No additional salt added or necessary.) My original recipe, of course.


MELANCHOLIA

This one’s for you, Gav. ❤️ I feel you. x

Medicine: https://youtu.be/EdmL835q9To


FOR JOSH

… because I know you’ll never read this. Written 7 years ago, in 2015. x


Back to the Grindstone

Wow. 2020 was the year that ate my life. It’s been so long since I’ve been able to update my blog! Do people even blog anymore or is that an ancient practice by now? Either way, I’m compelled to write, so write I shall! Last year I was moderately depressed. After I graduated from Aspen University with my Master’s degree, I had grown so used to scrambling to meet deadlines, research papers, cramming, rushing, checking off one thing after the next. No matter what, always achieving.

After graduation, I intended to take a few months to decompress, but only a few. I graduated in April, but by June I was still exhaling. I had become so tightly wound as a student, for 10 long years, it literally took me the rest of the year to unwind. Not to mention, the pandemic. Once that $#!+show began, it snowballed, eating every good thing in its path.

I’ve decided to make 2021 “The Year of Preparation”, and 2022, “The Year of Transformation”. Yep, I’ve absolutely got the next two years of my life mapped out, per the usual. For the longest time I’ve quizzically arranged and rearranged the pieces of my life in quasi -interesting patterns. I continually tossed around multiple career paths, blindly grabbing at whatever seemed to work itself into the mix. I had never settled on any one career though. I went from being a possible business major, to sociologist, to social worker, to criminologist, to forensic anthropologist, to psychologist – dear God, you name it, I entertained it!

It’s funny how we have our own ideas of how our lives will be, and then God has HIS ideas of how our lives will be. My Dad taught me something that I carry daily in my life; he said, “listen to the whistle in the wind.” At first I didn’t understand what that meant. But after he explained it, I got it. He said you need to be very quiet and very still to be able to hear that “little whistle” that is carried in the wind. Not a natural wind, of course, a Spiritual one. If we’re too loud or too busy with our own ideas, thoughts, and plans, we won’t be able to hear that ever-soft whistle, or, God’s voice, basically. I love that. Out of all of my siblings, I spent more time with my Dad than anybody. I will always be so grateful for that! I was his life student, and he taught me so much. As I grow older, I can see that I’m more like my Dad than anyone else, and for that I’m grateful too.

I feel like I was floating through 2020, aimlessly- free falling. No ambition, no direction. Just cryogenically in a state of artificial existence. An automaton, going through the motions; content to just simply be. Now that it’s a new year, I’m excited to have gained my direction once again. This year, I’ll prepare for all of the changes that will come in 2022. I’m so excited! I’ve always seen myself working with children, as a teacher. Not a grade school teacher or a standard school teacher. I’ve always seen me working with multicultural children in a foreign land, like Africa, or South America. I didn’t know how I could make that happen though. I thought perhaps I’d end up volunteering at a run down school in a third world country. Now I see the picture crystal clear.

Last year, I purchased a top TEFL program. TEFL means “Teaching English as a Foreign Language”. It’s also known as TESOL- Teaching English as a Second Language. There are other names that are used, but those are the two main ones. Once the program is completed, a certification is granted which allows the certificate-holder to begin teaching English to foreign students, either online or by traveling to their country. Understandably, this is a highly sought after career plan. Who wouldn’t want to travel to a foreign country and experience the culture, cuisine, art scene and familial lifestyles? I’m giddy just thinking about it. 🙂 It’s possible to begin teaching with a TEFL certification only, and the pay is pretty good at that level. But, if you have a bachelor’s degree also, you jump up to another tier entirely, by which the pay is much better, as are the career opportunities. So, it gives me great pleasure to know that my hard work in academia will pay off in more ways than one.

So, I’ve had this program for 8 months now. As I said, I needed to take additional time to decompress. Now that I have, I’m excited to begin my TEFL studies. It usually takes a person 6 to 8 months to complete the necessary courses to become TEFL/TESOL certified. Naturally, I would be teaching students on my laptop, and online, at first, given the state of things with the pandemic. At some point down the road, however, I indent to do a bit of traveling to other countries, here and there, to really soak up the experience.

At some point, I plan on incorporating my children’s book, Peanut Butter Soup, into the curriculum. I also have major plans of developing a music program, and using my acoustic guitar to teach the children basic chord progressions. It doesn’t take much to teach basic chords and songwriting methodologies to children. Children are so eager to learn and therefore make excellent music students. Although we won’t speak the same language, we’ll be able to share a universal language, which is music.

I do have big plans for 2022! I’m so ready for this new stage in my life. Because I’ll probably end up in South America at some point down the line, I’m also beginning to study Spanish in earnest, in tandem with my TEFL studies. It’s important to be bilingual in this line of work. It’s not exactly necessary, but complimentary.

It’s good to be back in the saddle!
It’s going to be a good year. ❤

Self portrait/Ohio River/Jeffersonville, Indiana