Memento Mori

“They lose the day in expectation of the night, and the night in fear of the dawn.” 

-Seneca 

I had a pretty profound dream a couple days ago. I saw millions of faceless forms and hands in the sky grabbing for a chance to be alive here on earth. I stood there breathless in awe. In that dream I meditated the rarity and immensity which is this momentary blip of consciousness we experience as life. I woke up smiling. I smiled in gratitude of this tremendous blessing and the inconceivable chance it is to be alive. I suppose if I had to impart some wisdom from this monumental dream. It would be... Seize the damn day, because the sun also sets.

An illuminated tear

We were heading back from Whitney portal I was pretty young, early teens maybe. It was a beautiful perfect day. A day with family, nature, and the open road. My Dad slipped a CD and selected a tune from Eros Ramazzoti called “Este Inmenso Show” (This Immense Show). The road hummed as the sun paced behind the east side of the sierras in sync with the song. I saw my step mother lean in, reach over, and grab his shoulder to console him. Perplexed, I looked over and saw a tear run down his eye. I knew why. It was indeed a beautiful moment and he wasn’t ashamed for the way he felt. I learned that quiet lesson from my father that beautiful day. 
A man should never be ashamed of his emotions. He must seek to understand them.
A man should not be afraid to show vulnerability. He must be brave enough to show them.
The world is truly a magnificent show full of bliss and pain. Never ever shy away from a good tear. I thought of that when I took these picture. It reminded me of that tear. That illuminated tear.

Fluttering

Seeking council in fluttering wings, and midnight sashay of Paris.