There are two . . .

actions I love to invoke more than any others in this world:

                               Laughing

and

                                          Crying

Both of which remind me that I am, indeed, alive; intended for a purpose much grander than mere mortality.

frankly . . .

 a whole lot doesn't matter.

When your heart sinks down to the bottom of your soul knowing that a friend just lost a fiance (about 2 weeks away from wedded bliss) to a tragic accident, everything seems to blur into categories of . . .

Things that matter

and 

Things that don't

the latter overflows with silliness. 

and my entire self just aches and aches with sympathy.

When in doubt . . .

always over-pack.

You never know when your yoga mat, blank canvas, and GUITAR might come in handy.

Namaste.

Watched . . .

The most beautiful sunset a few days ago. 

All I could hear was Emilia Delmar saying 

"God is soooo romantic"

That was new for me, never before had I pictured God as romantic.

Yet in that moment, I knew EXACTLY what she was referring to.