peter pan

let’s sling a hammock in the clouds, tie it to the stars and stay a little while. the sky looks like fun tonight, strewn with impressionism, with flecks of white so dimensional, so still. like a painted reality we find ourselves so helplessly standing beneath.

let’s fall into each other, the way we know how. let’s forget all the rest and just find the depth in the here and the now. because the sky looks like fun and this feels like magic and it’d be so nice to camp up there, in the clouds with birds for our neighbours, ever moving with the wind with the weather, with the wild and wonderful motions of the world.

let’s let constellations map the way to neverland. i won’t grow up if you won’t grow up.

"Don’t live the same year 75 times and call it a life."

"aia i ka ‘opua ke ola:
he ola nui, he ola laula, he ola hohonu, he ola ki’eki’e."

life is in the clouds:
great life, broad life, deep life, elevated life.

- from: ‘olelo no’eau

night one of our adventure to kauai

last night i met a woman, her name is laura. she lay in starched white sheets. the hospital was quiet. she brushed her teeth, with struggle and determination. success in her spit.

i think she was shy. i walked with hesitation into the room. and i didn’t know where to look. oh what a nice photo. oh wow that’s so pretty. oh this oh that. blah blah blah.

nervous giggles.
awkward laughter.
shifting eyes.
a smile plastered, hoping she knew i was just trying to understand.

i felt too outward, too obvious. my cover of trying to pretend it was normal, that i’d seen it all before, was blown.

her name is laura, she has a brain tumour. she has been fighting for four years. and she told us, in minimal words, what we just had to see on her island home.

her eyes did all the smiling and the laughing and the listening. i thought so much that i would cry.

laura and her toothbrush and her stories of kauai.

my beloved

the people here, they get me. they get what i’m about and so they get all of me. the conversations were what i missed most when i left. and they’re what i’m most grateful for, being back.

it has been a while now since i started realising the force of these islands. realising where we all stand in the greater, grander, more powerful way of life. realising how we create a collective energy and feed the vibrations of all that surrounds us. in the fibres of the leaves on the trees so old or young. in the petals of the flowers that hang from branches, that rest behind ears. in the simple creation and dissipation of a single raindrop and the rain and storms from rainclouds and storm clouds in a sky so wide.

we are the everything we find in the spectrum of a rainbow. we’re all the colours, all the brightness. we’re all the stopping and staring, the awe and the wonder. and it’s here that my energy finds your energy and you don’t ebb to my flow but we swim up the rivers of our lives as one, single, pulsating devotion to all that is beautiful, for all that exists with or without us here.

because life goes on. but life on these islands works like magic. it ticks with the hands of a watch built in history, mythology and indescribable happenstance that only lives alongside hearts wide open and souls ready to be filled to the brim with the all of it.

this island, you all, get the all of me, like maybe no one has ever known. so go, find me in the valleys, find me on the ridges. find me in the ocean and on beaches. find me where you need me and know that i’ll appear, in glistening sunsets and never-ending horizons that seem so close as we watch them fall away with the push and pull of the sun. know i’ll be here, for you with you in you.

"don’t let your dreams be dreams."

jack johnson

"And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone."

W.B. Yeats   (via thatkindofwoman)

(via meditationsinwonderland)

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Honey, everything. Every. Thing. Is happening as it should be.

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Della Hicks-Wilson (via thedapperproject)

(Source: dellahickswilson, via thedapperproject)

four letters

i won’t write about love. not today. i won’t think about the person i know it will change me into. i won’t pretend i’m waiting for love to save me [and expecting it will]. today i won’t tell myself that love is why i breathe why i write why i pour myself into all the things i do and do them only ever with love. i won’t pretend it’s not why i pull myself up and out and into life, in all those moments when i’d rather pull covers over my head and think about nothing, instead.

i’ll never admit that love scares me.

i won’t apologise for being utterly in love with being in love, for falling fast, for falling for the idea of a man instead of the man himself, because maybe i’ll fall a thousand times more. if i choose to.

i won’t feel ashamed of believing it will be soulmate big.

because one day i’ll melt into the all of you when you kiss me for the first time, the second
the third time,
and every wonderful time after that.

one day when you,
my love,
walk into, change and completely beautify my life.

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