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inspired, once more. i find myself in coffee shops, reading, dozing, eating, watching gold and red and brown leaves fall from trees, all around. i find myself allowing myself to feel, allowing it all to become a very permanent and very important piece of the puzzle of my very audacious life. i find myself kissing and thinking and writing and becoming lost in a world that feels like a dream and feels like real life and feels like everything else that falls in between.

there’s a movement and a shifting of emotion and of being. there’s a certain sense of living that i’ve never felt before. there’s a difference in the way i look and feel and ask questions. i’m curious, i want more. i want forever and a day bottled in glass jars for whenever i feel time slipping away. i want the density and intensity of this humble life to overcome my fears and pleasures and take its toll on the earth i tread so lightly and so surely across. i walk my path, i walk it with graciousness. with pride. with confidence. i walk my path, i run, i stop. regardless of the pace, it’s along this path i find the treasures of a life lived on the edge of the ultimate expression of all i find so painful and raw. of all i find so wonderful. of all i find.

life starts with good mornings like this morning’s. life starts with a heart, beating out of control, and rare feelings coursing up and down your spine. life begins, life ends, life grows and continues in particles of perplexing perfection. in moments that stand out, moments that change us, moments you recognise as deep and as true.

fresh princess of maui air

maui, maui, maui.

you have lots of bugs here. really big ones too. they come flying in and out of my room when i leave the door open for your fresh air. zoom right in, zoom right out. i’m sorry i stepped on one of your slugs the other day. if it makes you feel any better, i didn’t mean to and wish i hadn’t. it was pretty gross.

i’m also killing lots of your cockroaches and mosquitoes. i’m getting pretty good at it. with the help of raid (and clapping hands). i don’t think you like that much though, clogging up your fresh air, killing off your insects.

we went driving in your sun yesterday, maui. it was a beautiful day. you could have eased up on the wind a bit, though. it was blustery. i learned about the vog, volcanic fog, that covers your brothers and sisters – the islands you look at every day. i hope you can still breathe. maybe you should try leaving your door open for some fresh air.

you must get tired swimming in the ocean all day. but you’re doing such a good job holding us all up. i think we should treat you better. give back a little.

i saw your countryside yesterday too. wow was that interesting. dry shrubbery dotted with pointy, overgrown, frazzled cacti. cactuses. cactaceous plants. surviving as they do. no complaints. i could learn a thing or two from those plants. 

why am i inside?