A walk in the woods for my spirit to play with the wind and the ghosts.
It’s the first of February already and in all honesty i have no idea where the hell January went. I didn’t make any new years resolutions but i did make a second vlog about coming to America!
I wasn’t excited for a new year to start because i’ve left a lot of things behind in 2018 that i wasn’t ready to. But such is the sorrow of living sometimes, we have to do what is hard. Theres nothing to be done about it. If life was easy there wouldn’t be any great books to read(and i’ve read three already this year!)
And the world would be ever poorer.
It really bums me out when i abandon my blog because its probably where i’m the most honest.
The little place i get to be me.
Having said that, i’ve started trying to pursue things i’ve always wanted to. I’m learning Native American sign language, and a couple of Blackfeet phrases to boot — i can already sing a couple of songs in Cherokee and Lakota Sioux.
There is something very powerful about talking with new breath in an old language.
How the word rolls on your tongue or opens your throat to new sounds.
Now thats magic.
I feel quite smothered in New England as there is no escape from people.
Theres nowhere to go where you can be alone.
Yesterday i filmed a little in the woods which was probably not my smartest idea. Considering the polar vortex and that i almost got frostbite. But when things are hard or inspiration has stood you up — the only answer is to go outside. Let the sun burn you a little. Let a squirrel throw a nut at you and get your hands frozen by the biting wind.
Nothing brings you back like mother nature.
Whats a lost finger here and there in comparison?
I choose to be silent and watch.
I choose not to raise my voice because its not in my spirit.
Im not built that way.
A word can paint a thousand pictures, it can tell you how to think and how to feel.
However, observing the world in silence means you have to make up your own mind and think for yourself.
A pretty powerful trait.