We create our own inertia, movement, chaos.
We align ourselves with the tumbleweeds of our thoughts, the shooting stars of our imaginations, the rainbows of our fantasies.
We build bridges into other kingdoms while taking our rightful place on the thrones of our creations.
Our minds are the fertile grounds of our future. Our thoughts are the building blocks of our own predestined worlds. We write the stories of our lives with the ink of our blood, the parchment of our skin, and the mechanisms of our sweat and tears.
Our fantasies flow into the streets of our reality; creating new alleys and crossroads, constructing new dimensions and dwelling places – leading us to richer, more complex surroundings in order to fulfill our purpose, complete our deeds, and finish the assignment that we were sent here to do when we first made up our minds and agreed to return to this physical, natural Earth that we come to rely on as our home.
“If you would not be forgotten,
as soon as you are rotten,
either write things worth reading
or do things worth the writing.”
Photo by L. J. Priest
A sincere heart and an upbeat attitude can carry you on for miles.
I took this photo in La Ceiba, Honduras. The pier, the view, the people were all magnificent.
By L. J. Priest
Don’t stand there staring at me with that look of contempt.
Don’t tell me that I have no right to meddle in your affairs.
I am your parent, so not only is it my right, I consider it my sacred duty to give you my opinion on what you are doing.
I want you to listen to the words that are coming from my mouth.
As your mother, I will continue to give you advice until the day I die.
And years later, after I am gone
You will wish I were still here
So that you could ask me questions
About how to run your life.
L.J. Priest. All rights reserved.
The image of your life is a reflection of your dreams.
Model – Amy Wilder
Find her at https://www.facebook.com/AmyWILDERness?__mref=message_bubble
She said I think I’ll go to Boston….
I think I’ll start a new life,
I think I’ll start it over, where no one knows my name
Boston by Augustana. Photo by LJB.