Another entry from a journal, dated June 28, 2001:
"Before this life I believe I was a tree. That explains why I can spend so much of my time gazing away at all the natural beauty around me... Maybe that's why I hold very little patience -- because all of my past life I was rooted and unable to move no more than a twist of a branch or a sway when the wind would chose to play. Maybe this is why I always must keep myself moving -- because when I was a tree, although I marveled at all the wonderful things around me, I was enchanted by what was beyond my gaze."
I'm getting a kick out of my past thoughts. I wish I still wrote in my journals like that...
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Favorite Quotes
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!” - Jack Kerouac
“We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature - trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls." - Mother Teresa
“We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature - trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls." - Mother Teresa
2 comments:
What a beautiful picture... You are still this person, you just have to search deep within. You're getting close, I can feel it
xo
I love you more as a girl than as a tree, although you would have been a very beautiful tree, I am sure of it.
Psalm 52:8 But I am like an olive tree flourishing in the house of God I trust in God's unfailing love forever and ever
Psalm 92:12 The righteous will flourish like a palm tree, they will grow like a cedar of lebanon.
You are not the only poet who though herself like a tree... David did too... I am pretty sure that means you are on the right track.
But still a more beautiful girl, than a tree!
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