Endless Rivers

of Hope

From where I was standing, I saw beauty everywhere. The gulls appeared to know me, As if they recognized my stare. My mind’s eye scanned the horizon, Rousing dull shades into vibrant hues, Melancholy grays, Into sapphire blues. Moving quickly, I traversed the mud and the trash. I saw snowflakes and crystals, As I watched …

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Don’t trade in  your authenticity for approval. The photography book that I’ve been browsing through is really inspiring me. I’ve said before that I prefer black and whites, and that was actually the only thing I would hang on the walls of my old place, but I rarely finish and/or post one here. So… I …

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There are two basic motivating forces: fear and love. When we are afraid, we pull back from life. When we are in love, we open to all that life has to offer with passion, excitement, and acceptance. We need to learn to love ourselves first, in all our glory and our imperfections. If we cannot …

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Today was a really good day. Although I don’t like to write posts that aren’t uplifting, or bursting with joy, I have to say that yesterday it proved to be helpful. For me anyway. Something in a comment got me thinking about my reluctance to make decisions. He mentioned that some people actually preferred having someone else make …

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After thinking about my life this morning, I had a random, but important thought. About fear. You know—I realized that when I procrastinate about moving towards my dreams, I don’t ever really ask myself the question: What if I fail? Pondering Well, maybe—when I have to take a test or something—but I mean when it comes to …

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Last night I had an amazing God shot and this image works perfect for the story. Anyone following my story knows that I’ve been my own worst enemy for the better part of my life. I overthink, doubt myself, and self-criticize. Just before bed I was pondering my previous stories about my angst, my fears, and the imaginary THEY’s …

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