As I Understand It

Hannah Joy, CA|PA ✨

[almostreading]

Some film photos from my visit to the botanical gardens

[melodyhansen]

May we create safe gardens for each other 🌹

[oldfarmhousefallfeatures]

https://www.instagram.com/mg92672

[oldfarmhousefallfeatures]

(Via #babes_in_boyland @instagram:)

[hirxeth]

Call Me by Your Name (2017) dir. Luca Guadagnino

[roamersberlin]

new homemade overnight cold brewed lavender infusion Lemonade

[thebraveandbrokenhearted]

luhhhh u

[archbudzar]

i feel the crackling and burning of the embers

 insta 

(C.B)(2.19.19)

[annerebelle]

Cillian Murphy for Esquire

[maaktubb]

[inferior]

[oldfarmhousefallfeatures]

I am rooted, but I flow.

Virginia Woolf

(via oldfarmhouse@tumblr)

[victormalonso]

[the-secret-law]

The most powerful thing you can do right now is to be patient while things are unfolding for you.

[marinanawe]

Isle of Skye  by marina weishaupt (500px / flickr / instagram)

[especially]

[asforneutrality]

I’m afraid that I live too often for the Throwback Thursdays. The yearning for yesterdays. The already written journal entries.

Especially when I think back to places like this one. Just mere weeks ago my hair was getting whipped by chilly western winds on the Irish coast. I can still remember the way my ears burned from the cold. I had made a friend on the train who was a dancer. I’m fairly certain that I had spilled part of my breakfast on my only jacket. I was coming to the end of my European summer and everything felt as romantic as you’d imagine. And today I find myself driving, driving, driving. The last 4 hours of a nearly 40 hour commute to the west coast. My clothes are dirty and I feel anxious over the way I’ve thrown them into my backpack. No organization and no order; a fair assessment of my mind these days. I took a dip in the hotel spa last night. The jets didn’t work like I wanted them to, and now my skin will smell like chlorine cologne for the next few days. The glory of Galway, Ireland is fading as I fight to pay off the cloud of debt looming over my head. I miss my family and a bed to call my own. I guess you could say I’m struggling with being present. Being alive with eyes open on October 13th, instead of craving the summers that exist only in my sappy, sentimental mind.

Isn’t that the great challenge of the sensitive suitcase hearts? Existing in the moment we’re in, instead of longing for ones that live in a pile of autumn’s leaves. We can try all we want to attach them back to their trees, but that season is over. Put away the glue guns and duct tape. Because the reality is that I love today. Kyle is lost in thoughts as he drives us through the rain. Andy is listening to music in the passenger seat, writing words with his feet on the dashboard. I’m wearing my favorite sweater and thinking about all of the reasons I’m happy in this moment.

It may be a fight, but take inventory of the day you find yourself in. What do we have to smile about? At a time where it’s easy to be discouraged, create a little serenity within yourself. Breathe deep, my brother. You’re needed and cherished, sister. And not just on Thursday’s. (at Ireland)