Long standing A tribe of the quiet Carrying in the tide I see waves I’ve never seen before And sounds I’ve never heard. Long standing A nursery of tall, primitive sculptures Tying the links between their bows And the primordial waters which keep them afloat. As they repetitively curtsy in the whirlpool of warm July waters, I repetitively watch, A gazer stealing a glance at what the image of God may be like. I’ve seen a painting like this, Capturing what paint can capture, But forgetting about the distinct elegance in which these ships are riding. Planting ten toes amongst the billions of grains of sand, I imagine the journey to be somewhat spectacular I would be the girl, A pirate of the unknown fogs that wash out the morning sunrises, A sailor of imperative winds that shift my ships from here to there. I would be the girl, Watching the shore like a distant thread of a smile, Waiting for the cold-blooded vertebrates to direct me In whatever way the sea has directed them. Envious of the closeness between salt and water, I’m sure I could disappear into the crevice between the sky and sea. Long standing I see plenty of ships Like wise old battle men I watch them climb the ridges on the tearful eyes of mother earth. She watches them fade across her deep dark blues As I stand and covet her view.
I’ve had a series of bizarre epiphanies over the last few days. One of which being the whole concept of stamps. But that’s not important- my important revelation is that crying is strength. I’ve had this philosophy for a few years, but last night, I realized how true it was. Crying is this beautiful and raw release of emotion that has been bottled up inside of us for too long. As much as humans view it as weakness, it is pure strength. It is a sign that we have been strong for too long.
I, personally, hate crying. I just do. I’ll be the first one to say that I’m too hard on myself. But everything that I’ve said is 100% true. Don’t be afraid to release that emotion. Let yourself be whatever you need to be.
As I sit here in beautiful France, I can’t help but think about all those who have been hurt or affected by the earthquake, tsunami and now the nuclear threat. Lets all take a moment to send our love to those people and to look back at all the beautiful things we have in our lives that these people may never have again.
We’re sitting in freaking France right now. Yeah, you heard us. Freaking FRANCE. Because Abby W does most of the posting on the blog, obviously things haven’t been put up recently. BECAUSE WE’RE IN FREAKING FRANCE. Which means not much computer time. :(
Atesha says: It’s been weird walking around France where everyone is so thin and the perfect image of beauty. You need to be really secure with yourself here.
Abby says: YOU ARE ALL BEAUTIFUL. Don’t stop saying that to yourself. You all mean the world to us and we don’t want you thinking anything less of yourself. On this trip, I’ve learned a lot about beauty. Mostly beauty about the environment around us. It’s amazing to get out of the little bubble I live in… good ol’ Connecticut. I’ve learned a lot about myself… spending every waking moment of every day with nine other people will do that to you!! xoxoxoxo
We love you. You’re beautiful.
Abby and Atesha
PS. Super awesome amazing video coming for you soon. Michelle Vargas, aka YouTube personality, entrepreuneur, and a generally awesome and powerful woman has been kind enough to bless us with an interview. <3
when faces called flowers float out of the ground
and breathing is wishing and wishing is having-
but keeping is downward and doubting and never
-it’s april(yes,april;my darling)it’s spring!
yes the pretty birds frolic as spry as can fly
yes the little fish gambol as glad as can be
(yes the mountains are dancing together)
when every leaf opens without any sound
and wishing is having and having is giving-
but keeping is doting and nothing and nonsense
-alive;we’re alive,dear:it’s(kiss me now)spring!
now the pretty birds hover so she and so he
now the little fish quiver so you and so i
(now the mountains are dancing, the mountains)
when more than was lost has been found has been found
and having is giving and giving is living-
but keeping is darkness and winter and cringing
-it’s spring(all our night becomes day)o,it’s spring!
all the pretty birds dive to the heart of the sky
all the little fish climb through the mind of the sea
(all the mountains are dancing;are dancing)
on the edge of dinnertime
and night, the table half-set
but nothing missing,
no one wishing for any
-when I was smaller,
when you’ll be older-
even the trees outside
that should be thinking autumn now
still lit by an endless minute
of green.”—Travel Alarm by Naomi Shihab Nye
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates other.”