Archives for the month of: December, 2013

“Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year.”
–Ralph Waldo Emerson

When I first came across this quote, it was love at first sight. Every time I re-read this quote it puts life into perspective. It reaffirms where I’m at and the many times that I am able to appreciate all the moments–not the things–but the moments, the experiences, and memories, that combine to make up this thing we call life. It reaffirms what I hold dear to my heart and makes me realize how grateful that I feel for being able to experience life in the simplest ways. It makes me happy that I’ve worked through my anger at different points in life, and that even when I’m frustrated and want to give up, I keep pushing forward with a smile on my face, trying to find light and balance within the darkness.


Lost in the trail of my thoughts, in the center of the fog, walking freely and openly into the mist, taking it all in, being right in the middle of a beautiful, bright nothingness where everything makes sense and doesn’t make sense; with one hand extended, as though I’m going to crash into a wall, I keep walking through the fog across the bridge, unable to get enough of this sensation of being enveloped in the thickness, soaking in every moment of this inability to see anything but white space and shadows and laughter and rainbows; the mist enters my parted lips. I’m on a tightrope that has no end, no beginning; where I can’t fall and I am in utter bliss…

As the fog tiptoes back to where it came from, everything is in full view. Everything glistens and it feels as if I’m viewing the skyline, the buildings, the people–everything–for the first time. It’s there, then it’s not; then it’s there again–the vision heightened by it’s disappearance.


Inspired by Fujiko Nakaya’s Fog Bridge at the Exploratorium in San Francisco