To live around some warehouses. This year is moving fast. Feel like leaving anything i cannot carry. And I find myself, mostly wandering…

…gonna make a new blog, soon. Or maybe just stop rebloggin, I don’t know. We shall see or ce la vie.

(i.e.: assuming anyone is interested.)

Walking, I am listening to a deeper way. Suddenly all my ancestors are behind me. Be still, they say. Watch & listen. You are the result of the love of thousands.

Native American writer Linda Hogan (via mammi-wata)

(Source: amanda-oaks, via pyrrhic-victoria)