Thoughts By A Lake

Here are the blog pieces I’ve always wanted to write & flesh out but felt too nervous & stupid to actually do & that I didn’t have “time.” Putting a million things first before just sitting down to write for the public eye. Now I'm sitting in front of a lake in Nepal, running out of time yet again before my dinner plans, but still opening this journal to put ink on a page. 

Maybe no one ever reads this, and that’s okay. I want to create. Beauty and meaning and emotion on a page. Just like songs & videos & mountains can make me cry, so can a string of words artfully crafted next to each other. 

Since no one is really expecting to read a piece by me anytime soon, I don’t have any strict deadlines or accountability. I have a few days left before I’m completely silent for a 10 day meditation course. Maybe I’ll share a piece or two about my journey so far in Nepal before then. 

There are so many stories about the people I’ve met, the emotions I’ve experienced, what I’m attached to & how I’m practicing letting go, and the peace I’m feeling right now. 

It’s all been said before, but why does art still resonate with me? How am I constantly inspired by random humans living on this earth at the same time as me? Maybe there’s something special there. I’ll explore it within these pages at my own pace.

A leaf just fell on my shoulder. I’ll tuck it in the sleeve of this journal, as a reminder of this moment.

I’ve just finished typing this out & I’m hit with another wave of “this is not good enough to share.”

EVEN IF IT ISN’T WHO CARES IM FINALLY POSTING IT ANYWAYS