Spent another night having a conversation with Amorelle this week.
Every time we hang out she gives me so much to think about.
It's great to have someone in my life I can talk to who both understand and values the deeper core meanings and reasons behind the things we do.
It's refreshing to know there are other people out there who care, and care deeply about the why to everything.
I told her I think about why knowing and being known is some important to us as humans.
She said she's had the same thought. It was refreshing to hear the same thought from a different perspective.
I opened up more than I usually do with people allowing the thread of the things I do to be pulled a bit further down the line than normal.
But she feels like not only a safe place to express these things but a person who understands or knows I guess.
I told her how I want my life to be the personification of hope.
That hope is something that deeply both moves me and interests me.
She said the same about her art.
But then she said something I hadn't considered before.
She talked about how we are trying to express different types of hope.
Different types of hope, it's not something I'd considered before.
If there are different types of love, why can't their be different types of hope.
What are we saying when we say hope?
She said my type of hope is a growing.
I like that.
I want to be a teacher who gardens.
Both focus heavily on growth, on the hope of potential.
I've never been able to figure out exactly what the word hope means.
What's the difference between
wish
hope
faith
belief
Everyone uses these terms so interchangeably.
She talked a bit more about her work, I always enjoy listening to both the way and the why behind her art. I've never heard anyone talk about things the way she does.
Like the time we saw the deer in the cemetery, she said you're never more sure of what's beneath your feet than when you're in a cemetery. It made me think about how important it is to know what's beneath the topsoil as beings who work the land beneath us to cultivate nourishment.
The deer in the cemetery meant something different to me.
It was an earth stopping reminder that time and life moves forward, no matter what this life, the one I am living right now, it is ending, one day at a time. Once this life is finished, and it will be very soon, that will be the end of my story. No new chapter, no new book, no sequel or prequel, that will be the completion of my story in this reality.
The deer stepping gracefully across an old cemetery, the unconscious life in a location that meant something to loved ones who too have passed.
The reminder of our battle against nature will forever be a losing one, and that makes me smile. No matter who those people beneath our feet once were they are now fertilizer for the grass the living deer now grazes on for this day.
And life. goes. on.
God I ask for more late night talks on Amorelle's porch with warm cups of tea and raccoons climbing gutters next door.
Now if I'm walking through the rain
And I hear you call my name
I will break into a run without a pause
And if your love laughs at your dreams
Well it's not as bad as it seems
Either way one of them has got to go
And if you take of my soul
You can still leave it whole
With the pieces of your own you leave behind
The Avett Brothers - Salvation Song
Every time we hang out she gives me so much to think about.
It's great to have someone in my life I can talk to who both understand and values the deeper core meanings and reasons behind the things we do.
It's refreshing to know there are other people out there who care, and care deeply about the why to everything.
I told her I think about why knowing and being known is some important to us as humans.
She said she's had the same thought. It was refreshing to hear the same thought from a different perspective.
I opened up more than I usually do with people allowing the thread of the things I do to be pulled a bit further down the line than normal.
But she feels like not only a safe place to express these things but a person who understands or knows I guess.
I told her how I want my life to be the personification of hope.
That hope is something that deeply both moves me and interests me.
She said the same about her art.
But then she said something I hadn't considered before.
She talked about how we are trying to express different types of hope.
Different types of hope, it's not something I'd considered before.
If there are different types of love, why can't their be different types of hope.
What are we saying when we say hope?
She said my type of hope is a growing.
I like that.
I want to be a teacher who gardens.
Both focus heavily on growth, on the hope of potential.
I've never been able to figure out exactly what the word hope means.
What's the difference between
wish
hope
faith
belief
Everyone uses these terms so interchangeably.
She talked a bit more about her work, I always enjoy listening to both the way and the why behind her art. I've never heard anyone talk about things the way she does.
Like the time we saw the deer in the cemetery, she said you're never more sure of what's beneath your feet than when you're in a cemetery. It made me think about how important it is to know what's beneath the topsoil as beings who work the land beneath us to cultivate nourishment.
The deer in the cemetery meant something different to me.
It was an earth stopping reminder that time and life moves forward, no matter what this life, the one I am living right now, it is ending, one day at a time. Once this life is finished, and it will be very soon, that will be the end of my story. No new chapter, no new book, no sequel or prequel, that will be the completion of my story in this reality.
The deer stepping gracefully across an old cemetery, the unconscious life in a location that meant something to loved ones who too have passed.
The reminder of our battle against nature will forever be a losing one, and that makes me smile. No matter who those people beneath our feet once were they are now fertilizer for the grass the living deer now grazes on for this day.
And life. goes. on.
God I ask for more late night talks on Amorelle's porch with warm cups of tea and raccoons climbing gutters next door.
Now if I'm walking through the rain
And I hear you call my name
I will break into a run without a pause
And if your love laughs at your dreams
Well it's not as bad as it seems
Either way one of them has got to go
And if you take of my soul
You can still leave it whole
With the pieces of your own you leave behind
The Avett Brothers - Salvation Song