Let the life around you fill you up, rushing from your head to your toes.

So I've been in hometown for a few weeks now. Its done me worlds of good.

To be home, to not be caught up in school. To be working, to come home after a long day and let my mom do the cooking.
To be a kid. To breathe in the summer air and just live.
To not concern myself with money or grades.


I itched to travel but I'm so grateful to be home.
I must be growing up. or growing down.
The desire to just be a part of those mountains and breathe in that air
and take in that big blue sky and that suffocating humidity.
To let what finds me find me. To just sit and listen in a group
hear what has to be said. I am a stranger in my hometown.
I am shapeless, nameless in a crowd but I am coming to grow into who I'm meant to be.
A time to relax, to restore... to rethink and refresh. To dig into my roots and hold on tight.
To smell the earth and let it stain my skin. why not?
I've even let a sort of southern drawl develop on occasion. In jest, but then..
it sticks for a while to the roof of my mouth, caught on my tongue.

Strange encounters always happen in the city.
I've shut off facebook for the summer, and I couldn't be happier.
Honestly, it's the most relaxed I've felt in months.
I don't want to know the gossip or the details on every living soul
thats ever walked into my life. It's too much of an overload,
and if you think that it's something I want,
you make me out to be much more complex than I am.

The kids always teach me patience. again and again.
So full of life and beauty. I just have to let it wash over and soak into me
Be a part of that honesty and that sweet surrender of trust.
Their smiles are laced with all the good and precious things in this world.
Their tears hold the weight of the world.
All their passion and wonder exhausts me... and brings me joy.

I've been stretched out of the box, found new friends... drawn closer to distant ones.
It's quite beautiful. I pray to keep this summer a fresh start.
I don't want to be the hound sniffing at its vomit.

Progress, freedom-- please & thank you.