Soften Into Love

Who has to know if I don’t keep drivin’ home?

I've flown to other countries, l've driven countless miles of highway in this nation, I've been to most of the 50 states, I've seen endless views from the tops of mountain ranges, I've seen canyons that could swallow people whole, I've seen thousands of fireflies light up a field at midnight, l've swam in rivers that have cleansed my soul, I've slept under an ocean of stars, l've seen the northern lights dance across the night sky, I've bathed under the light of the full of moon, l've let intense rain storms wash away my sorrows, i've seen sunsets like colorful explosions in the sky, but l've never seen anything as beautiful as you.

As the years accumulate in the pages of our lives, it’s sad to realize how fast time walks and runs and flies by. The longer we’ve been on this journey of existence, the more it seems to accelerate, as if it’s unbelievably eager to carry us forward into the uncharted territories of our future. It’s a bittersweet symphony of memories and moments; where the rhythm of our days and nights become an ever-quickening tempo, reminding us to savor each passing moment, for in the blink of an eye, it’s already tomorrow. Now I don’t know what it will be like at the end, but the one thing I do know is that it’s sunsets like this I hope to never forget.

I’m so thankful for all the times I felt lost and nature has helped me find my way, it can truly be so healing.

Handheld GPS, still everybody's lost. We're in the land of the free where everything costs, but everything is everything though. I've been holding onto too much, now it's time to let everything go.

Nature, with its beauty and grace, taught me to embrace the stillness within and find peace amidst life's constant chaos. It shows me that sometimes the most profound conversations unfold in the gentle language of silence. I’m forever grateful every time I experience a tranquil moment that helps remind me of the delicate magic that exists all around us. 🌿✨

Oh, what a world

Lost somewhere between where I was and where I want to be

When grains of sand make you feel so small

Some afternoons feel like a warm embrace from the past, like falling asleep on your grandmother’s couch during the lazy days of summer. You’re left with nothing but the comfort of the cushions beneath you and the gentle warmth of the sun on your skin as the world dissolves into a hazy dream. Caught in the sweet embrace of the past and the present these moments feel like they could stretch on forever, suspended in time like a drop of honey that refuses to fall. Even as you gently wake up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, it’s hard to tell if you’ve been asleep for minutes or an entire lifetime. The memory of those sun-kissed afternoons always seem to linger, leaving you with such a sense of wonder, as if you’ve finally glimpsed a fragment of something eternal and infinite.

Ain’t it funny how some people pop into your head so easily? I haven’t seen you in there for so long.

They say that life goes on, yeah I think they’re right, everything has its time

Born of fire, Capulin Volcano National Monument is dramatic evidence of the volcanic processes that shaped the surrounding area. Capulin Volcano is situated in the northeast corner of New Mexico amidst the 8,000 square mile Raton-Clayton Volcanic Field. A two lane paved road spirals around an extinct cinder cone, allowing you to drive right to the mouth of the crater. From the parking lot, a one mile trail lets you traverse the crater's rim while providing spectacular views of four different states. 🌋

I dreamt myself a bird who could cross the waves, but I woke up just a man who was miles away

I grew up near the ocean, a place reminiscent of a 1980's gas station postcard of the beach. The type of souvenir you would buy to send back to your friends in the midwest in an attempt to show how perfect your family vacation on the coast was. You would later lovingly scribble only one short and sweet line on the back, "wish you were here". Since then, I've always felt so drawn to the ocean. I always hopelessly miss the smell of that ocean breeze mixed with sunscreen, the hypnotic hues of the deep blue waves, the symphony of seagulls constantly swirling overhead, and the rhythmic sway of the palm trees in that warm coastal breeze. Most of all, I miss the faint whisper of the waves as they lap upon the shore constantly saying, "don't worry, don't worry, don't worry". Letting go is hard work, but no matter how heavy life gets, you can always lean your head back and float to feel the endless, weightless bliss of just being.