i fell in love with this song the first time i heard bob dylan sing it. every word is so incredibly beautiful. it has been covered by so many artists, in so many ways, and i love them all.

this quote just happened to fall into my lap last week, articulating the importance of trust and surrender during this whimsical, always-evolving journey. the summer flew by so quickly without much time to reflect on the adventures that came my way. each one was full of so many lessons and insights that continue to bring me reminiscent joy. this time of year is perfect for reveling in past experiences and recognizing the profound purposes they serve. i hope to start writing again once i settle into the quiet stillness of autumn (which begins thursday) and find the words that my heart longs to speak.

quote by chokyi nyima rinpoche

lilt me your lips, our lost breath intermingling.

synchronize our silence as lazy hours ease by.

waft cocoa, hazelnut, cinnamon scents around me.

tremble with me in paralyzing pauses.

i may no longer breathe without breathing you.

(judith pordon)

all images via jennifershesaid

without a word, one can know with absolute certainty if the person standing in front of them is genuine. the language of the soul is translated in moments of silence. words become insignificant and the heart transcends to new levels of truth.

words by edmond rostand / photo via weheartit

it’s already september. where did this summer go?

i finally got around to reading a book given to me by someone who promised i would love it. and i did. i loved it.

i pulled it off my bookshelf three weeks ago hoping to finish it within a couple of days. it took me longer than expected because:

1) i am a very slow reader. my mind tends to run wild in fantasy land as my eyes scan the white page of black letters, fabricating stories of my own or simply replaying recent events that, somehow, become sweeter the second time around.

2) i don’t want it to end. when i find something i like, i postpone its completion as long as possible.

the history of love is about a man’s undying loyalty and everlasting love for a woman that he never obtains on a physical level. romantic. real. heartbreaking. lovely.

the moment i finished the book, still wrapped up in the reins of romance, i stepped outside to find the letter K with a heart beside it in the sky. the artist eventually carved out an A, which was not captured by my camera. just another awe-inspiring gesture of someone’s immeasurable admiration for another that left my own heart swollen with delight.