So there was a massive, orange harvest moon over the ocean tonight and it was a sundowner so it was warm and windy and Morgan and I went to look at it at the bluffs but both our phones had died so we couldn’t take a picture, but we just stood there together and looked at it because it was so bright and reflected in the dark, rippling ocean and it was such a beautiful moment, I’m sort of glad we didn’t get a picture because it will always be more beautiful in our minds than any picture would be.
Just submitted my order for my free, custom-engraved Stella Artois chalice.
What engraving did I get?
And, I should get it just in time for my 21st birthday.
Today. Today is a good day.
I took a Buddhist narrative class this quarter from a Harvard PhD graduate in Tibetan Studies. I have read more Buddhist biographies than the average curious scholar. I’ve decided Buddhism is an intensely complex religion, is WAY over-stereotyped and simplified, and is held together by word of mouth without a bound book for a doctrine, thus it will, and has, degrade significantly as time goes by. There are also some hard-core scholars who are determined to not let Buddhism die (even though the end of the religion is spelled out in the doctrine). But all the hyper-liberal neo-Buddhist bullshit people spew is absolutely just bullshit and they have zero concept of what Buddhism really is other than the false media portrayal of it. For example, The Buddha was not a fat, happy guy who sat around saying wise things. Admittedly, I had that view before taking this class and I’m glad I have a greater understanding of what it is.
On a totally unrelated note, I just sold my boyfriend’s 1970’s Schwinn road bike in less than 3 hours. I got a lot of email about it and sold it to cool hipster guy with a wicked mustache.
Hi. I’m taking a roadtrip from my lovely little SoCal paradise to Vancouver, BC with some buddies and the boyfriend this summer. Along the way, I’d like to stop and see people (Anywhere in Cali/Portland/Seattle/Vancouver).
Portland: friend of M’s
Seattle: the lovely Marita/Josh and Jo
Am I missing anybody? If you live along the west coast, let me know and I can try and find you. Needless to say, I am so excited.
Sometimes you just want to be heard but shouting at the world does just as much good as breaking a twig.
How many ways to say “I love you”. Every day, my words and skin and thoughts speak this message in every bodily language.
The brush of our lips is the silent whispers of desire that branch in the veins and burst from the heart. The touch of our fingers fight the current of time and bring our weary bodies to life in vibrant shades of bliss. Every time my mind slips away from the present to you is a moment shared in your eternity. The sound of your words in my breath and my blood flood into the core of my being to be locked away forever, a candle for a rainy day.
No work, done with classes, empty apartment pouring rain outside. Time to clean and blast Florence + the Machine.