evolving is a balancing act.
to both hold contentment (without being stagnant and stale) in one hand and a desire to grow and experience new-ness (without being restless and unappreciative of where you are) in the other is hard for me.
Thoughts
I Wrote Today
i wrote today.
properly sat down and wrote.
sheepskin in lap, strong black coffee in reach.
long rushing, flowing paragraphs of tangled, jumbled vine-y thoughts, which became a little less entwined once translated into little orderly black characters of text.
and how good it felt.
i write on my phone a lot.
in my notes. in instagram captions. in far-reaching-grasping texts to loved ones.
however there is a lack of freedom sometimes in those outlets.
Without
i am learning to love things without being them.
-- an entry from my writings in november 2016
Comfort
a piece i wrote on November 9th 2014 and still rings true for me today, over two years later.
Read MoreKnow Yourself
revisiting words from autumn 2015 today.
it's startling how relevant pieces i wrote years ago, in a different place, in a different time, can still apply to knew places and new times.
what a beautiful journey this life of mine is.
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A New Direction
so i meant to post this the same day i announced the new website being up, but wouldn't you know it i blinked and it's already over a week later...
but then i ended up wanting to share my New Perspective post first anyway. which i'd love for you to read, if you haven't already, to grasp a better understanding of where A Girl Named Leney is heading and what my heart for it is.
A Choosing
love breathes in two places.
sometimes more.
it is not a just here thing.
but an also-over-there thing.
Writings From A Would Be Beatnik
the definition of a beatnik is:
a usually young and artistic person who participated in a social movement of the 1950s and early 1960s which stressed artistic self-expression and the rejection of the mores of conventional society.
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this is me. this is so me.
A New Perspective
i wrote the following on January 1st 2016.
they were words i never ended up sharing. i think because i was still figuring out what they meant for me and what it would tangibly mean to live them out. looking back, i realize now that this is what most of my 2016 was about.
that discovery.
Gold Filled
let morning dust the bridge of your nose with it’s greeting
notice the pieces of the atmosphere floating in the rays of aurum
be.
present.
in this only-here-and-now moment of irreplaceable time
luxuriate in the feeling of rightness within you
watch rays and reflections of asymmetry easing across the bare canvas of your wall
wave to the day
it’s gold filled
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