We made one of my #favorites tonight chick pea salad .. Chick pea, black olive, green #olive, #celery, #parsley, #cilantro, #garlic, roasted red pepper, green #pepper, #oliveoil and a drop of apple cider vinegar #instafood #foodgram #instagood #delicious #salad #healthy #diet #NonnaFarina
Watch court case here: http://youtu.be/pMtNTYB7qfs
Amongst all of the other serious crimes out there that go overlooked…you would think they’d pardon this case..for the sake of humanity.
On November 23rd in Montana, a man was essentially arrested and sent to jail for trying to feed himself without a fishing license, and then resisting arrest over it.
Really, he was demonstrating the absurdity of our corporate state, with its laws that blithely, as a perfunctory-matter-of-course, transgress the laws of humanity, nature and the universe, without any regard to reason or interdependency.
In a discouraging display of misguided attention that is par for the course in the U.S.A., most of the comments after news report* on Tertegte’s arrest center around whether or not Mr. Tertegte should be able to fish and forage, missing the point entirely.
Ernest Tertegte, 52, representing himself ably without a public defender, was defiant in his first court hearing in Three Forks, Montana. The casualty of his verbal assault was Judge Wanda Drusch, who found herself facing a politically awake, well-informed American citizen acting in blatant contempt of a court he does not recognize…go figure.
Mr. Tertegte maintains that court is already in contempt due to the farce played out by that
“…Jolly Roger, that thing you call the American flag with the gold fringe around it…and you are acting as one of its privateers!”
He argues that the court has no authority to charge him, citing “natural law,” and charges that the legal system is “trying to create a fictitious, fraudulent action,” in the charges presented. “I am the living man, protected by natural law,” Terteltge says.
Whether Judge Wanda knew she was walking into The People vs. The Corporate State of America is unknown – she handled it with as much poise as one might expect from a judge, which was quite well. Truly it didn’t matter who that judge was. Mr. Tertegte is on a mission.
It’s clear from the stance he takes regarding his very presence in court. When citizens are charged with breaking the law, they are ordered to court. Mr. Tertegte makes it clear that his appearance in court is not due to his summons, but due to choice — a ‘visitation’ is what he repeatedly calls it.
He states that he is in court to defend the intent of the Bill of Rights and the U.S. Constitution. Not to defend his right to fish, or as some might tangentially conclude, to freeload off other people’s property.
No, what Mr. Tertegte is doing is sacrificing his privacy and personal freedom as an act of civil disobedience. This is what a freedom fighter looks like in a military-industrial complex disguised as a democracy. After the Judge leaves the courtroom in the first appearance without formally declaring recess, Tertegte leaves too, after challenging her on her authority to leave while he remains.
However, he is summoned back. In the following court visitation which occurs on November 23rd, he is arrested. Mr. Tertegte makes some great points throughout his two court appearances. He emphasizes his ‘natural rights’ as a ‘living man’, and calls out the court for interfering with ‘universal laws’.
And we should pay attention to what he’s saying.
When a government, created to serve the people, puts in place laws and practices that serve corporate profits and power, rather serving its constituents and honoring natural and universal laws, we’re no longer running under a legitimate system. We’ve been taken over. It’s a circus, a farce, a game of thrones.
In the words of Howard Zinn,
“Civil disobedience is not our problem. Our problem is civil obedience. Our problem is that people all over the world have obeyed the dictates of leaders…and millions have been killed because of this obedience…Our problem is that people are obedient all over the world in the face of poverty and starvation and stupidity, and war, and cruelty. Our problem is that people are obedient while the jails are full of petty thieves… (and) the grand thieves are running the country. That’s our problem.”
Good luck, Mr. Tertegte — God Bless America…we sure need it.
“Most things will be okay eventually, but not everything will be. Sometimes you’ll put up a good fight and lose. Sometimes you’ll hold on really hard and realize there is no choice but to let go. Acceptance is a small, quiet room.”
~ Cheryl Strayed - Dear Sugar
It’s true. Not everything will be okay.
This is not okay. It’s the deepest ache. It’s a solid core of loss layered on top of loss. I know it is. But there you are in that small, quiet room, and although it — all of it — may not be okay — you will.
I feel this deep and true and right in the marrow of my bones. You will be okay and more than okay and so much more than you could possibly know. There will be love. The kind of love that changes everything. And maybe more heartache. And so much laughter and breathless kisses and the hard fall of tears, more tears. There is so much more ahead. And it is so very good. I promise. I know this.
I hope that I get to see you love what you are. Be who I know you are. To know yourself as gift and worth and truth. That you see what a huge thing it is to have the courage to break your own heart.
That you have chosen wholeness — even when it has shattered you. And that you will one day see that you can be whole and broken in the exact same spaces, that they nestle side by side — and that this is the way of things. Not your punishment for wrongdoing, or for not trying hard enough — but just the way of things. You are so much more than you realize now.
That you can stand and look at yourself in a mirror and see your goodness right there, see the worth of what you bring on the surface of your skin, just like I do. That you trust there is brilliance to come. That you own what is yours to own, both the bad and the good. The good is so good. That you do not insist on owning it all. It was never all yours to hold. Release to the wind, love. Let it be carried away on the breeze. It does not serve you now.
I know you, and your darkness and your shadow and all the things for which you practice self-love and self deprecation. And I still see you as good, and true and strong and powerful and exquisitely present in this world. You have not chosen the easy way. Life has not granted you a gentle path. Not even close.
But you have followed your own trail, again and again and again. You have done what you needed to move forward. You have placed one foot in front of the other and kept on going – even when that was the most difficult thing to do..I know it was difficult I feel it in my core.
You have defined your space and your territory, alone. You have said ‘This is mine. You may not enter now.’ And you meant it. And you stood by it, even when it was impossibly hard. And all of this, my friend, is no small thing. In fact, these are all very large things. Infinite and powerful and true.
The voices in your head that say otherwise? These are born not from truth but from the stories others have created for you. These stories do not have to be yours. Even if they once were, you need not accept them any longer. Give them back. Every last one. You’ll write a new story now, on a blank page, with a new pen and in your own incomparable voice. You know your story…I know it too. Dont lose sight of that.
I wish for you so very much. Seaside wishes and vivid beautiful daydreams. Lucky pennies and shooting stars. A safe place to fall and a high place to leap from into the deepest pool of the clearest water. That you shed the shackles of past and grief and loss and betrayal. I hope you are possessiveness of your own wilderness. That you stake your claim and encircle your space with charm and enchantment and only grant entrance to those who bring you fully alive. You know that feeling all too well.
I wish for you space to cultivate a relationship with your OWN divinity. No external god, but the divine that lives within your own stubbornly pulsing heart..my sweet love please recognize this. I wish you the energy and emotion of the greatest love affair, given as a gift to yourself. That you come home to the woman or man you are and the woman or man you are becoming.
And I hope you find what it is to love, a love that requires no translation and only delivers the ease of being fully known and fully seen. A love that brings you alive, that carries you home. To feel that love is everything, I’ve felt that love completely with no reservation.
No mistake, this is the burning down to ashes part. The preparing to rise again. This is a space without anchor, without moorings. Even the north star may be obscured by clouds. But your compass lies within. Your soul knows your truth and can find it without map or directions. You need only trust yourself enough to listen to the whispers of your valiant soul.
Lay your head in my lap, love. Let me read your eyes. Tell me your stories. The ones that have formed you into the gift that you are. Now take a breath and let it go. Let it all go. Let the sea breeze carry it away. Let your tears fall. You will be held now. You will be carried. You can stop running. You can cease the endless motion and constant struggle. You can rest now. You are safe.
And maybe, just maybe, now you can be still.
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I’m at the end of my rope. I can’t keep all the balls in the air? I am overwhelmed and under-satisfied. I find myself saying this every few years..a crossroads perhaps? Complacency was never my thing. Not exactly sure…but how do I keep the love turned on in my life while managing my business and my creative passions? How do I find balance? Balance..balance..balance..
Sort answer: I don’t.
Long Answer: “Sugar, I say to myself in conclusive brainstorming enlightenment, you really absolutely, positively don’t” In fact, the quest for this ever-elusive equilibrium is pure crazy making. Balance is a fallacy. A giant conspiracy designed to make us all feel like we’re continuously effing up and falling short. It sells yoga videos and meditation retreats and time saving kitchen devices. We download productivity apps and make to-do lists and buy things that plug into our electrical outlets to make us feel like we live in the midst of an artificially scented rainforest. Serenity now. Please.
And despite all of this we are wildly, continuously off kilter. Unbalanced. Crossing the universe on a tightrope with no safety net below. There is not enough time, or money, or passion or even interest to sustain it all perfectly all the time. And darling, of course something has got to give.
But here’s the real truth. We’re made for the ebb and flow. Just like the ocean. Just like the cycles of the moon. Just like the movement from dark to light to dark again. We were born to shift and be wild and howl and get messy. We were made to create beauty and to make crazy love and to find the bliss right at the center of our raw, aching parts. That’s the heart of life, the center of the paradox. And it often says to hell with balance, because balance keeps us safe, and safe is not exciting.
What if we halt the chase for this impossibly esoteric notion of balance and give ourselves to something a lot more earthy and true and real. How about we let ourselves be seduced by the beauty of disequilibrium? What if we agreed to let it all go, with a wild, lusty abandon.
Because that’s when we find that it’s all about the moments. Moments for pure creation. Moments of uninhibited sex. Moments of the sweetest sweet baby love. Of pissed-the-fuck-off anger. And of come-here-right-now lust. You cannot stay angry at it if your heart was truly open to it. Of falling head over heels in love with the world. Of feeling like the ground is going to give way beneath our feet. Of feeling free and wild and true, and of feeling chained and constrained and too heavy to get out of bed. And yes, in the midst of all this, even moments where it all feels like it’s sliding into the most exquisite alignment.
And before, I might have been tempted to call that balance. To try subduing it and controlling it and keeping it at all costs. But now? No. I am too fierce, too elemental, to unabashedly me to be something as mild and tame as balanced. And that’s fucking hot. I’m pretty sure my partner would agree that my living in the fullness of my perfectly unbalanced self is a pretty good way to keep the love turned all the way on. No balancing act required.
So I wont wait to fall off the tightrope. I’ll take a flying leap. Trust my wings. And the unsteady ground that greets me will be perfect and exhilarating and true.
Just like my beautiful old soul.
“There is no such thing as fantasy unrelated to reality.” ~ Maurice Sendak
Looking back upon my girlhood self, what I can recall most was my hunger for imagination — so, naturally, books became my food.
As many of you might already know, if you follow me, you know that books are my great escape.
Books were made from the same substance of dreams, I was sure. They were clouds of creation and color, with moods and creatures and characters to adore. They were companions and friends with worn out pages that mimicked hands, reaching out for mine. Whether I was happy or sad, courageous or afraid, I’d take comfort in knowing I could step back in, anywhere, in any place, at any time.
Hence, there is magic in children’s books, and I’ve been chasing that magic ever since. Reading to my nephew has re-awakened my appreciation of children’s books..it’s so wonderful to watch him get lost in the story and absorb the characters and the lessons.
One may think that reading children’s books as an adult is ridiculous, yet it’s quite the opposite. Leaving such wise books to childhood is actually a mistake, because when you don’t revisit your children’s book, you forget some of the deep existential truths residing in the words.
Picking up a children’s book is also like seeing an old friend — both hold up a mirror so you can see yourself as you are: the same. Yes, you’re the same as you’ve always been, dear child: a being shaped of wonder and dreams, wandering about, bright-eyed and in love with this world.
“Your head is a living forest filled with songbirds.” ~ e.e. cummings
Here are a few classics, forever untouched by the hands of time.
“If you are kind to helpless things,
you don’t need a Wishing Tree to make things come true.”
~ The Wishing Tree by William Faulker
“Here is my secret. It is very simple:
It is only with the heart that once can see rightly;
what is essential is invisible to the eye.”
~ The little Prince, by Antoine De Saint-Exupery
“A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You can have a wonky nose and a crooked mouth and a double chin and stick-out teeth, but if you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams, and you will always look lovely.”
~ The Twits by Road Dahl
~ Unknown book by Dr. Seuss
“‘Why did you do all this for me?’ he asked. ‘I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.’
You have been my friend,’ replied Charlotte. ‘That in itself is a tremendous thing.”
~ Charlotte’s Webb by E.B. White
“In every job that must be done, there is an element of fun.
You find the fun, and the job’s a game.”
~ Mary Poppins by P.L. Travers
“And it’s no use to go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.”
~ Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll
“And Max, the king of all wild things,
was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him, best of all.”
~ Where the Wild Things are by Marice Sendak
“‘Sometimes,’ said Pooh,
‘the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.’”
~ Winnie the Pooh by A.A. Milne
“‘I don’t need very much now.’ said the boy.
Just a quiet place to sit and rest. I am very tired.’
‘Well’ said the tree, straightening herself up as much as she could.
‘Well, an old stump is good for sitting and resting. Come, boy, sit down and rest.’
And the tree was happy.”
~ The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein
“‘It doesn’t happen all at once,’ said the Skin Horse. ‘You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily or heave sharp edges or have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out, and you get loose in your joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real, you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.
~ The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams
“Now, here, you see, it takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place.
If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!”
~ Through The Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll
“The Rainbow Fish shared his scales left and right.
And the more he gave away, the more delighted he became.
When the water around him filled with glimmering scales,
he at last felt at home among the other fish.”
~ The Rainbow Fish by Marcus Pfister
“‘You have plenty of courage, I am sure,’ answered Oz. ‘All you need is confidence in yourself.
There is no living thing that is not afraid when it faces danger.
The true courage is in facing danger when you are afraid, and that kind of courage you have in plenty.”
~ The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by Frank Baum
“Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over
to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you,
you will suddenly know everything there is to be known.”
~ Winnie the Pooh by A.A. Milne
~ Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shell Silverstein
“The moment where you doubt you can fly,
you cease for ever being able to do it.”
~ Peter and Wendy by Lewis Carroll
~ Winnie the Pooh by A.A. Milne
“You’ll get mixed up, of course, as you already know.
You’ll get mixed up with many strange birds as you go,
So be sure when you step.
Step with great tact
and remember that life’s
a great balancing act.
Just never forget to be dexterous and deft
And never mix up your right with your left.”
~ Oh The Places You’ll Go by Dr. Seuss
~ A visit to William Blake’s Inn: Poems for Innocent and Experienced Travelers by William Blake
~ Charlie and the Chocolate Factory by Roald Dahl
“Piglet siddled up to Pooh from behind. ‘Pooh?’ he whispered.
‘Nothing,’ said Piglet, taking Pooh’s hand.
‘I just wanted to be sure of you.’
~ Winnie the Pooh, by A. A. Milne
~ Guess how much I love you by Sam McBratney
So maybe the next time we go browsing though a bookstore in search of some sweet soul comfort we should bypass the endless self-help sections and make a beeline to the corner, where the children’s books reside.
It’s much sweeter there. Xo
I looked up the definition of loyalty- bc that’s the first word that comes to mind when I think of you Andrea-You have undoubtedly been the most loyal, caring, loving and supportive best friend I have had the sincerest honor of knowing.
Definition of loyalty: giving or showing firm and constant support devotion, faithfulness or allegiance to a person
That is one of the most important components of establishing any life long relationship- LOYALTY.
You both seem to have that one down.
Dru - your unending support and love shown to me- a new friend- goes to show your genuine character and more importantly your respect for Andrea, and the people who are important to her.
I appreciated everything you have both proved to me over these past few hard months in my life.
Respect is the next component in any life long relationship.
Then we come to love..
As the old adage goes - and i’ll quote my Jewish Grandmother When ya know ya know- there is no time table on love boobie- it just is.
When you find it- it just makes sense.
I was just watching an old episode of Oprah- and she was interviewing Eckhart Tolle- when she turned to him and asked…
Oprah: Love is fill in the blank ___________
Eckhart replied quickly with : Seeing yourself in another.
We must see ourselves in one another- to open up our hearts to eachother.
It’s something many people do not understand bc most times you see love based on what a person has instead of who the person truly is.
Some call it their soul mate.
People think a soul mate is your perfect fit-But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who tirelessly brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls, awaken you and force you to transform into your best you…it is written in their destiny to do so.
That is real true love- in its purest form.
In the past year I have seen you BOTH evolve for the better and become one.
I look at you Andrea, my best friend and I see
you glowing in a way I have never seen before..living a new life..beaming with happiness..That reassures me that THIS is right.
Always keep this in mind and re-establish that special closeness you have now and when you first fell in love. Tell eachother that you love eachother everyday be with eachother in meaningful ways because that is beautiful and that is generous and that is what loving someone is, its raw its unguarded, and that is all that is worth anything, really.
These are words that should echo in both of your minds..as a reminder
And to finish, some words from my favorite love story Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte: as Jane expresses
“I have for the first time found what I can truly love–I have found you. You are my strength my sympathy–my better self–my good angel–I am bound to you with a strong attachment. I think you good, gifted, lovely: a fervent, a solemn passion is conceived in my heart; it leans to you, draws you to my centre and spring of life, wrap my existence about you–and, kindling in pure, powerful flame, fuses you and me in one.”
I love you both and wish you both everlasting love and loyalty towards one another on this most incredible journey that we call life.
“One regret dear world, that I am determined not to have when I am lying on my deathbed is that I did not kiss you enough.” ~ Hafiz
This is the month we remember the notion of gratitude in the U.S. Thanksgiving rolls around and we count our blessings.
We pile food on the table: steaming platters of turkey and ham, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, cranberries, dinner rolls, gravy and all the fixins’. We top off this largess with ample helpings of pie, usually pumpkin or pecan, but any pie will do. Then after we’ve stuffed our gobs, we sit comatose in front of the television, or we run to the mall and attempt to trample one another to get a new gadget or hot item. Sound familiar?
Yet, if I dare watch the news online, it often feels like a punch in the gut. Especially in light of news of anyone who has experienced disaster or loss (and this year, there are plenty). In the aftermath of a hurricane or twister or earthquake, we sift through the wreckage and detritus of our homes.
And when we do, what do we look for?
Loved ones. Baby pictures. Beloved pets.
“We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.” ~ Thornton Wilder
Last year around this time, east coast residents in New York and New Jersey were slammed by Hurricane Sandy. Afterward, they posted photos of their dogs and cats and birds and bunnies on Facebook. They called animal control and animal rescues and animal foster care looking for that one particular beagle or blue parrot or Manx cat. “Her name is Brownie,” they wrote. “We miss her terribly.”
This week we are back in that same uncomfortable, terrifying place. Whole cities in the Philippines have been wiped out by Typhoon Yolanda. It was the most severe storm to ever make landfall, packing high winds up to 235 miles per hour.
What’s left when nothing’s left?
A packet of love letters that wash ashore. 50 of them, tied with pink ribbon. A cracked tea cup painted with delicate daisies we inherited from our grandmother. Our mother’s wedding photo.
These are the things that matter.
Small things. Our families. Pets. Heirlooms. Sentimental belongings. The plaque we won in first grade. Our last pair of baby shoes.
The final birthday card our deceased loved one gave us.
The final scarf my Nonna insisted on hand knitting for me before she passed remained unfinished..but it’s the most beautiful scarf I have. She was too weak to finish it in her final days, but I sat with her for weeks next to her bed as she worked on it slowly and we talked about everything from her tomato garden, to cooking, to stories about Vietri, Italy. Those are conversations I will never forget they are engrained in my brain.
She was a strong simple woman who didn’t have much but some antiques and beautiful handmade jewels from Italy…but that didn’t matter much.
What mattered to me?
The smell of her that lingered on the last scarf she knitted for me.
The ring she always wore that she left for me to “wear when I was an adult and went on dates” ..I cherish it above anything else that I own…not for the physical ring but for the stories behind it and where it had been.
I realize that much of what I own no longer owns me. It may be time to do a purge, giving away whatever I don’t use.
If it is not beautiful or useful or meaningful, why keep it? I used to keep love boxes of forget me nots collectings from every time I’d spend w my love, a tea tag, a dried rose, a movie ticket, a tea candle, stones, shells, wine corks, cards..just a piece of every moment that made me truly happy during times spent together.
“At times our own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from another person. Each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us.” ~ Albert Schweitzer
So, on this Thanksgiving I am thankful for the reminder about what is actually important in this life.
Friendship. Love. Conversation. Soul.
I am thankful for a warm apartment, for my health, for my wonderful family and my career. I am thankful that I have enough wholesome foods to eat. I am thankful for the ability to believe in karma and abide by the ‘Do unto others’ ideal. I am thankful that I don’t have it in my heart to strip another person of their happiness for my own personal selfish gain. I am thankful I’ve made good choices in life, choices that have not cost me my self esteem or my soul. I am thankful to be able to love someone completely with all of my heart and soul, and without reservation. I am thankful for solitude and joy and my writing, which offers me a place to put things, so my heart doesn’t spill over or burst.
I am thankful for the love that is coming; for the person who already knows my name, past present future…the universe and I are connected.
“Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn’t learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn’t learn a little, at least we didn’t get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn’t die; so, let us all be thankful.” ~ Buddha
Thankful. Thankful. Thankful.
That’s all we need today.
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Some of us are born into this world feeling like we are different. Knowing that we are different than the others. We experience things intensely with heart, the veils feel thin, the vibrations we feel the spiraling synchronicity we experience.
I think this recognition came when I was sixteen. I was watching everyone carefree and young and I wished I felt that, that fleeting window of youth, but it was not there. I locked myself in the bathroom and looked into the mirror and I looked into my eyes and I had this feeling that I had been here before, that there was something old about my soul. They pounded on the door but I could not open it, I had seen myself for the first time.
Some of us do not fit in, we are different, we do not fit the normalcy of what is supposed to make us happy. To get married, to have a child, to make x amount of money a year. There is this feeling that something is missing, We constantly yearn for more wisdom..more change more of the universe.
Because it is so, we are the lost ones roaming around, feeling trapped by that. Because we belong in places where art is created, where music is heard with passion, where there is deeper meaning. And Love is felt passionately so much that it breaks our hearts to know that exists, that we want to run from it because realizing how real it is can be frightening at times.
We belong on trains and flying free to have the feeling of being alive of feeding that place in our hearts that must be free. To be free…
We are the painters and the writers and the tortured souls and that fire is only fed when we create. There are the highs and the lows and the inward ache to get it out. Do not let that part of yourself die that fire of the will to know that other people hear the music too. The highs and the lows those too pass and in those moments where you feel alone, know that you are not. That tenderness that loneliness, other people feel that too. We all do, that feeling that you need more, pour it into tearing down expectations and being your authentic and true self.
You do not need anyone’s approval, just go do it. Do not let anyone kill your dream. And do not let anyone kill your happiness. And do not make yourself gray so that you do not shine. In your eyes there is a fiery ball seeping out of your soul. Be bright. There will be people who will criticize you, let them. There will be people who love you so much they try to help you see your truest potential- embrace them. And revel in the fact that your heart is full that you are moving toward your dream and many people will not understand, but there will be ones that will, they silently will. When that doubt comes that ugly terrible doubt that you are not good enough or smart enough or talented enough…let that go. You are.
Let it go, dance it away. You do not need to be anyone but yourself. There are 7 billion people on this planet and if you don’t feel loved right now, you will, there will be someone that gets you, or maybe there was and they loved you fiercely, so much so that it was maddening, frightening and surreal and trust that they will one day return. Love yourself and your gifts and if you haven’t- find the you that brings you joy and dive in. Dive in because there is loneliness in being different and there is beauty. And there are words that need to be written, songs that need to be sung and stories that need to be told. Follow your heart it is speaking loudly, listen~