Lord Krishna with the animals of Vraja.
|—||Friedrich Nietzsche (via blood-countess)|
Morris Scott Dollens
by Marijke Koger-Dunham
It’s raining in LA this morning and it feels so good. To be honest though, i am really so miserable here all the time. I am constantly channelling myself into other realms.
I wish I could drive up to my snowed in cabin in the middle of heaven. I wish I was waking up to a forest covered in white pristine powder. I wish I was tip-toeing around the cold creaky wood floors as the sun rises to make fresh coffee. I wish I was wrapped up in my great grandmothers quilt, sipping my mountain brew and looking out to a gorgeous snow-covered peak. I wish I was snuggled by a roaring fire reading Shakespeare love poems as I scribble down my own. I wish I was playing in the snow, feeling my feet sink down into the earth. I wish I was traversing crystal trails to icy lakes with fish peeking out from sunken boulders. I wish I was scattering wild seed and nuts for robins and chickadees to keep their babies warm. I wish I was fully enveloped in the beauty and magic that is in the mountains. That is the only time I have ever felt whole and free and “myself” (whoever that is). When I am there i feel like my purpose is to appreciate and love and honor and care and explore all of these natural wonders.
Real life is not this concrete jungle of over medicated, materialistic zombies. I need to find a way to be free. My time is wasting away here in this purposeless “life” of just getting by.