Everything I think I know about love and living love has been constantly under seige this summer. It has been the most eye opening season of revelation and I hope to hang on to this rushing current that’s slicing canyons in my long held ideals. God works in mysterious ways. Love is deeper and stronger and wider than I ever imagined.
And this has been one of those magical summers. Summer of independance. Summer of heartache and of revelation. Summer of Rumi. Of travel. Of Kristey King. Degrassi. Marijuana. Spiritual exploration. Of yogurt and soy milk. Of Doug. And mom. And Kiala. And Dmitriy. And spontaneous trips to Canada. And Micheal Jackson. Taylor Swift. The Climb. My first SLR. Ohio starlight. California sun. Northern New York waterfalls. Harry Potter premiere parties on the roof of the Museum of Natural History. LBI waves. Harrisburg love. New Haven fireworks. Montreal beauty. Mia’s baby. The summer I watched all of the Godfather for the first time. And every minute of So You Think You Can Dance. Summer of crazy kids jumping out windows and setting the house on fire. The summer I got my license. A beautiful summer spent in the suns rays…in the pool water…on the open road…and in the presence of much love.
Love. Love is all you need. So much has changed…and so much will never change. Should never. Love. That’s forever.
To a summer of love. And a year of hope. New beginnings. Second chances. Freedom. And love.