Travelled Birdy WhoaMan

I think this month of 2016 I’ve written the most. In all four year I’ve had this blog.

I just feel like spilling I guess. Brimmed up slowly like the drops of the Tassimo and the cups too small and there it drips down the sides of the black mug I always choose.

I’ve been to a few places in the world:
England, Italy,Switzerland,France,Germany,Thailand,Austria,Oman, practicially all 51 ( or is it 52 now? ) states of America. Vancouver,Newfoundland,Toronto,Quebec.. and none of those are airport pitstops.
Those are a few off the top of my head.

I started out young. 16? Well, young to me.
And I like the person it’s made me. I think.
I think because I also think that sometimes it’s a downfall. Like you need more to impress you now. That it takes more for you to be interested in a person.
Your senses are broadened. You’ve seen more. You’ve met more. You’ve tasted more.

I didn’t intend anything in this post. But here I type, cross legged in a chair from Thailand and my feet are asleep like I will be in 23 minutes.

Through all that travel experience, which has done mucho much for me and to me,
i like how it’s made me want to live in only one country for life.
The country I was born in.

Can Ah Daaaahhhhhhh.

 

Here’s why Losing is Okay

If I lost my temper, I wouldn’t be so sad. I wouldn’t even go look for it again.
I’d say, ‘Hey, Good riddance and good day! ‘

If I lost my momentum, I wouldn’t sit down and crouch my feet under my bum looking skyward as if the sight of the blowing clouds would help me move forward. I’d take off my snowboard,I’d put the weights down, and I’d walk to the next hill, I’d step on the next machine. And push my weight forward. I’d move.

If I lost a race, I would try harder the next time around. I wouldn’t get to the finish line and keep running, trying to find the race I just ran.

If I lost my mind,
I wouldn’t speed up on drugs trying to lose it more. I’d say, ‘ Let your mind get lost every once and awhile, and don’t in the least, try and find it’.
Because losing is sometimes the backwards way of winning.

Losing makes us stronger and try harder.
Losing may make us confused and may make us want to put on our headlights and search for the lost.

But losing is just another part of life.

Even if it is losing life.

If I lost my self in oblivion, I wouldn’t try and climb out.
I’d let myself float in that unknown.

If I lost my breath at an event, at a speech, at a friends words,
I woudn’t even try and find it.
I’d let it be lost in the air.
It’s like losing in it’s greatest form.
You FEEL.

You feel that feeling. And you know it’s big.

If I lost my voice, I’d let it come back to me.

If I lost my writings, I’d just write more.

If i lost my hope, I’d find another way to hope.

If I lost you, I wouldn’t try and find another you.
Losing you is like learning love.

And love is only lost,
when it is supposed to be lost.

 

 

 

It’s smart like that.

Mind Tumble

Bending moments into garbage bags of warped crinkles. The after of the beginning is the middle of the time where ants run wild in their teeth crunching abilities. Medium is always the rare in a time of easy softness. The lights of cakes whip up their soul in a few minutes and leave a trailing winding upward path of smoke. And we’re supposed to follow it. But our wishes never do. Off the shore the trees lean their way to freedom pieces where chocolate is the least of worries and chips of plastic are the overbearing prize of the individuals that last till the last wind roars.
You’re the bending of the brittle, with the warp and the crinkle in a time of den. When you’re slipping stares and rugged reasons into a solid slot of truth. The type of style air is, is the only thing you don’t know. And it doesn’t matter what you remember, just that you’re the ability of movement. Backwards, forwards, you’re the run of the century. Little crystals of warmth and strength and to hold on to any dab of confidence is what you’ll do to be a moment of a warped crinkled garbage bag.

Where Does the Flow Come From?

There is not a flow to everything if you think you know what is flowing and what is not.

The ocean has purpose; even when it is uncalm, seething, frothing and spitting.

If you try and find the flow, you will not.

Because the flow is everywhere your potential makes it.

Everywhere that you are, is flow.
Because your life is the heartbeat energy.

Your mind, your heart- are what shapes things.
You can shape flow,
everywhere you go.