Go For Baroque

I had to say goodbye to a very dear friend today. Bailey, you were an amazing companion, and you brought so much joy and happiness to our family. I will always remember your doggy-smile, the long walks through the fields we used to take, and how you instantly befriended anyone you met along the way. You always had such a kind spirit, such a free spirit. I knew that we belonged to each other the moment I saw you. Over the last 12 years, you have kept my secrets, been there sitting loyally by my side through tears and laughter, through heartbreaks and triumphs. You were there when I graduated middle school, high school, when I left for college and when I came home. You were there when I got engaged, when I got married, and when I got my first real job. I am going to miss you more than you know. But I was so glad to have been there to hold you when you took your last breath. The moment I brought you home from the shelter, I vowed I would never leave you—you had found your forever home that day. We all love you so much, Bailey. I know that somewhere you’re running through the greenest fields, with a perfect body that will no longer betray your heart. 

I love you always.

Franz Marc’s Fate of the Animals, 1913

Someone once said that change is neither good or bad, it just is. But right now it all seems so foreign. So unreal. Everyone is changing and has been changing. I’m changing…so slowly I’ve barely noticed. I desperately want to hold on to everything that I know, but I also realize that that will leave me completely alone, and in order to make it, you have to keep moving forward. Keep your feet moving.

I want to stand at the edge of the ocean. I’d like to feel the cold water wash over me. I’d like to immense myself in a change that is constant, flowing, always somewhere in between.

I need to embrace the things happening in my life, because they are all blessings, somehow. Maybe not for me, but for someone else, they might be the thing they’ve been searching for their entire life. And I need to be glad in that.

If I never see you again, I will remember the rock by the river. I will remember the late nights, the wine, the way it feels to be with someone who echoes you inside. And when I do, I promise I will smile.

liquidnight:

Annick Gérardin

From Paris entre chats

You mean so much more to me than I ever meant to you.

(via batty-katty)

(Source: thesteward)