Gansevoort Park



Thank you everyone for such a fun night out. So good to be together again.

To a dear friend

Happy Birthday my darling boy. I believe a theme for the year is: Quality. Cultivate quality friendships, quality work habits, and ultimately become a more high quality you. I know you can.

Independence


post thunder

So awake...I'm not sure what's going on. 2:50
Just a few more hours to go before it's time to get ready.
All of me wants to be ready.
Wash away all that should be washed away.
Give new seeds a chance to sprout.

Horizon

Keep my feet on the ground, but my heart towards the sky.

The Nominees Are


Front most, I thank Dieu for all the luminaries he has placed in my life. People to laugh with, dance with, people to comfort me. People I didn't even know a few months ago, but illuminate my world. I can't even fall asleep because I am still thinking about them, or maybe I am already dreaming. In seeing them, I see you more clearly.

As the world spins round


Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.

Theory


6 months in, I'm sitting on the tenth floor of 59th street unwrapping goodness in a tea bag and there it greets me. In my hands, to my eyes, beaming through my cortex. My biggest challenge. My ultimate area to improve. And I am smiling because, wow, look what the universe knew it needed to show me. So what am I really looking for out of life... I look for instances in life where I am motivated to elevate my understanding of the world, other people, what I am capable of and what I am not despite my efforts. I've always thought pride to be such a scary thing. Wasn't it Lucifer's pride that cast him out of heaven. And really it is mine that makes me feel the way I do. But also mine that makes me want to be a better me. But the I, I am right now must be accepted and embraced and so I cheers to you tonight. Be proud of who you are.

Straight from the Sun Maid




Nue Magazine at Linhardt Design Gallery


Tomorrow, tomorrow


What is it that turns Wednesday into Friday... and January so quickly into June?
Why must my fingers want to grip onto the previous second or this one?
And even still, all I want to see is tomorrow.
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