the road i want is open, open, open

sometimes it just hits me that i can live any kind of life i want to. i can dare myself into any kind of mystery, struggle, or challenge. i could explore any religion, or not explore any religion, i can talk to strangers, i can sing when i'm walking to class, i can invite people over to taste my latest stash of dark chocolate and red wine, or to sit around and talk and listen to classical music.

when i'm older i can live wherever i want to. i get to fall in love, i get to hurt, i get to feel joy, i get to be who i am. i guess all of this seems kind of obvious-- of course you can be who you are, isn't that what this life is all about? yeah, but when do you stop to actually think about it in an exciting way?? you get to CHOOSE. and the joy in that is not being worried about messing up when you realize that chances are you will be hurt in some way... the joy is in seeing what life is like when you seek out all of those curiousities that belong to you alone. those little instinctive thoughts that lead you to feeling like you found your right place in the world for the 5 minute conversation you had with someone you ran into on your way to-- wherever you felt like you should be in that moment.

and i guess thats what led me to blog this even, and it seems very monumental when these things fall into place. i think i'll dream my day into the rest of its place - next move, chai latte and a phone call home. after that class, and after that -- anything. and i know there are things that govern my activities, like time and schedules and responsibilities, but even those are things i chose to be a part of... and it sort of helps to have a next place you need to be when you're not sure what comes next.

the scariest times in my life have been times of stagnance, dizzy by the height, depth, and space of the grand canyon. but the path is always there to be walked along the edges, and that always seems to be enough to have felt a part of the expansive endlessness... to walk a measurable distance of the measureless. (the trip i took to visit krista in Arizona this weekend could inspire me for years).


jodi

The sky and concrete

What's it all have in common?





LOVE.