Before you remember how to be yourself and so instead are so much more.

I love when you meet for brunch and you haven’t been home yet.

I love that messy space between happiness and comfort.
That messy space before you’d had time to collect yoursel, to process your actions and experiences and all of the new people in your life as of last night.
Space before you’ve had the time or energy to put on good face, to remember who you’re supposed to be and what your insecurities are, when your groggy, hungover, giddy and greasy. Before you remember how to be yourself and so instead are so much more.

The possibilities streatch and expand you, the laughter tumbles like a nervous boy stutters when talking to a beautiful girl and connections are made deep, below the surface of expectations and reputations. You are weaker in manyways but vulnerability is a wise monster, and vulnerability is the key to making real friends, and vulnerability is essential to growth and change and discovery.

I would move to Arizona for the colours alone.

Coachella road trip continued…

After leaving the so adorable Bozeman, Montana, we drove all day and night to arrive at the Grand Canyon sometime in the AM (we were avoiding the clocks and ate a disgusting amount of icing sugar-coated mini donuts). Also, some people bought jelly filled donuts and some bought what they thought were jelly filled but weren’t, so there was a lot of frustration because those are really important miscommunications.

It was too hot to sleep, and almost too hot to read, which may have had something to do with the current punk based soundtrack but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the windows anyways.

“Fucking nature anyways eh? What a whore.” – Courtney

Landscapes like water colour paintings accented by gigantic flags saying,
“God Bless America.” – my journal

AH the colours!

Getting to the center of the canyon is approximately a four hour drive there and back so we only drove up to the river side. We went for a very quick morning dip, since the water was so cold, then laid on the dock for a while and relished in the sun, since it was snowing in Regina when we left. Then on our way back we stopped to take pictures of the crazy alien rocks and ended up cliff climbing for at least an hour. (I’m the least cliff climb-y)

All of the rocks were so beautiful, I couldn’t help myself. By the time we’d decided to leave I was running down the cliff-side with an arm full of glittering earth-skin.

Then we sat on a gorgeous patio and drank delicious american beers.
To be continued…