best thing i've made/photographed in awhile

Here's to wishing the space between here and there was a lil less.....

want

It's in DUMBO....feel free to deliver to me at any time. xo

"Watch your thoughts, for they become words.
Watch your words, for they become actions.
Watch your actions, for they become habits.
Watch your habits, for they become character.
Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny."

Mr. Brezney, you've done it again...

SAGITTARIUS (Nov. 22-Dec. 21): Yesterday the sun was shining at the
same time it was raining, and my mind turned to you. Today I felt a surge
of tenderness for a friend who has been making me angry, and again I
thought of you. Tomorrow maybe I will sing sad songs when I'm cheerful,
and go for a long walk when I'm feeling profoundly lazy. Those events,
too, would remind me of you. Why? Because you've been experimenting
with the magic of contradictions lately. You've been mixing and matching
with abandon, going up and down at the same time, and exploring the
pleasures of changing your mind. I'm even tempted to speculate that
you've been increasing your ability to abide with paradox. Keep up the
good work. I'm sure it's a bit weird at times, but it'll ultimately make you
even smarter than you already are.




I know exactly where and what I was doing yesterday and while I might not know where I'm going tomorrow, I think that this is a pretty good way of thinking about it all. 

Our Children

Today I was at a meeting discussing the LGBTQ community and religion, at some point one of the participants referenced this poem. I asked him to email it to me because it hit me in that particular way that I needed...so I am now sharing with you.

On Children
 Kahlil Gibran

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.




beauty.