Heart is bursting.
Mind is exploding.
Soul is flying.
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-I'am 23 soon to be 24.
-I live in Hawaii.
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The mind is awake and this body asleep. Anxious and in waiting for silence to meet, the noise in the wake outside the dream. It is there that one longs to be, to reach the unseen happenings. A dreams dream, a stories story, links in which entwines destiny. As moments pass the sleepless sleeps and continues to journey into dreams untouched, and unfolding stories. Sleep takes the ones awake. Oh such romance and peace! Oh how it is meant to be!
the bajau laut are some of the world’s last true sea normads, living as they have for centuries almost entirely in the waters of the coral triangle (“the amazon of the seas”) on long boats known as lepa lepa.
hunters of fish, pearls and sea cucumbers, the bajau people free dive to depths of 20 meters, hold their breath for up to three minutes, and spend up to 60% of their time in the water submerged - the equivalent of a sea otter. it is a common practice amongst bajau people to intentionally burst their ear drums at an early age to deal with the problem of equalizing.
as photographer james morgan explains, “traditional bajau cosmology - a syncretism of animism and islam - reveals a complex relationship with the ocean, which for them is a multifarious and living entity. there are spirits in currents and tides, in coral reefs and mangroves.” the bajau people, for example, will not spit in the ocean.
in the last few decades, dwindling fish stocks and government efforts have forced many to settle permanently on land and abandon a life of self sufficiency known as cari laut, or ‘searching the ocean’. a dwindling few, however, still choose to live the majority of their lives at sea
Temari Balls - The Creation of a 88 Year Old Japanese.
The amazing creations of a 88 year old japanese grandmother, practicing with talent the art of “Temari“, a Chinese art imported into Japan in the 7th century.
Dirty feet monkey
These past months I’ve been breaking promises I’ve made to myself ages ago. I keep renewing them, trying to keep myself safe and sane. It makes me think of marriage and divorce - except with myself. Maybe I’m just crazy. Perhaps I’m trying to preserve the purity of the thought/ promise(s) as when I first had it. Innocence eventually fades, like the color or youth of pressed petals trapped in a book. It fades and one can only look at it as it once was. I feel as though I’ve been telling lies to the ones I love most. That these truths are but an illusion, even though it is what it is and it really isn’t a lie. I’m not lying. It’s more of the feeling of unsettlement and I can’t quite say who, what, where and when. But I’ll tell you what I feel and think in the best way possible that is to tell you the truth. I’ve been walking circles and lately I’ve looped and swirled around people I thought wanted to be my friend. But then I remember I’m the same way - there is no perfection here. And holding such ideas or expectations of people can be quite disastrous. I’ve been fumbling around saying “I’m sorry” where sorry is not needed or cared for. But I’m saying it anyway and I’m saying it where lies aren’t created. And that it only comes from the most vulnerable space in my heart. Where pain needs to turn into forgiveness. I’m even saying it to mend roads that haven’t been meet halfway. To the ones with a shield around themselves, to the ones who are much too afraid to let me in. I’m doing my best to not cave and let them in - to let you in even though you’ll leave or that anyone will leave, could and will. But maybe we shouldn’t close the doors and instead to leave them open. They do not have to be wide open but at least unlocked. And maybe that’s why we keep revisiting or opening doors to the past or to memories that are laid broken - hoping to fix or to still forgive what has already been done. That all that is right isn’t easy to do. And what needs to be done is for love to continuously flow through these open doors and for everything to be okay. Then maybe you and I will stay.
Before I forget. I dreamed of
grandma smiling, butterflies blooming from her hands.
large affectionate dogs
another elderly lady
When the land meets the sea. The mass of water blankets over the skin of earth. Like arms sunk into the depths, holding all that it can.
Maya and Faith~ whahahahhaa #love #pitbulls #maya #faith
Vivid dreams come to me. Tidal waves digging into the shore. The way the waves spread across the sand, digging and spouting off like fountains or blow holes of whales. Waves digging and crashing. I dreamed I was being pulled into the storm. I held on for dear life
In the house it was quiet and still when morning came, the waves smaller, still digging and thrashing into the shore. An unfamiliar girl stays with us, we all eat food. Then there’s a wedding. I was wearing a black dress with flowers on branches, embedded with lines of silver.
Sister was frozen like a block of ice. We were surrounded by an army, a cold war. They carried her and wanted to feed her to the zombies, or some kind of crazy monster that was out there.
New York. Nostalgic feelings - I didn’t want to leave. I shouldn’t have left. Food and family.
All but a whirl, framed illusions passing like clouds. A gradient of colors. Light and dark. Sunrise, blue and greys, warm tones…
Spin. Spin. Spinning #igkids #instagram #hawaii #igfun @xjoanex