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Hay mr. Boss man. I sure do love you.

inviting.

If only I could lure you closer.

I wish … 

I was …

sweet and tender - your favorite dessert. 

moved with grace - your lady dancer. 

sparked inspiration - your muse for creation.

brought calmness - inhaling me to bring ease.

the perfect silence - where words aren’t needed.

your next discovery - for constant growth and adventure. 

Inviting you in, to my most vulnerable place

To be left by myself - when my eyelids get heavy.

To be scrambling - to let my creations begin. 

To please myself - to let my insides scream. 

I’ve been here before, one too many times.

I don’t want to leave this one. 

For this one… I don’t think their is another.

I don’t know the answer, but I know the question… 

Asking for an acceptance

For my invitation:

To become more than we can be by ourselves

To be better than okay

To strive higher than making it

To love harder than hearts

To let ourselves run wild

Side by side.

The invitation by Oriah

It doesn’t interest me
what you do for a living.
I want to know
what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me
how old you are.
I want to know
if you will risk
looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me
what planets are
squaring your moon…
I want to know
if you have touched
the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened
by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know
if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know
if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations
of being human.

It doesn’t interest me
if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear
the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know
if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”

It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me
who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me
where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know
what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know
if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like
the company you keep
in the empty moments.

Q

Anonymous asked:

share something. you haven't in a while.

A

It’s because I write for one right now.

& I’m waiting for their response. 

soon, my anonymous friend. soon. 

Q

Anonymous asked:

What's your perfect day? morning to night - by yourself. . .

A

waking up before sunrise. 

making myself coffee - and a little breakfast. 

eating outside, with my camera and a bag of clothes.

Prancing in a space that i can transform as the sun rises.

Inviting someone else to join me, and capturing them and their perfect imperfects. 

Teaching someone something - helping someone see their magnificence.

To sit after, writing while my record player sings to me. 

Sitting at a cafe with a coffee and a lunch - in a neighborhood seeping with creativity. 

Walking through the streets - acknowledging others, sharing & inspiring - while receiving the same. 

Going home to light incense, meditate, to go on a long walk while the sun sets - with a sketch book and my camera - filling one or the other with things that come to mind.

Walking into a space full of eager bodies to learn how to express all that is festered inside - and able to watch them blossom, with the exchange of vulnerability, trust, growth and inspiration.

Finding a hole in the wall with live music - acoustic sounds with vulnerable lyrics. 

Slow dancing with myself - to the beat of my own. 

Until my eyes start to feel heavy. To sleep with a cool breeze, a candle, and the voice of Laura Marling humming from my record player.

© 2014 Stephanie Rachel Guttenplan
srgphotographic.com

© 2014 Stephanie Rachel Guttenplan

srgphotographic.com

Lazy eye gone wild. #moi #me #bare #yeahidontwearmakeupmuch #haterzgonnahate

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Whiplash.

A greeting to dirty downgrading words.

Slipping from the same mouth - that mine waters for.

I sure did slip and fall - fell into an old hole I tried to cover.

With every twig and weed that I could find,

trying to cover all the mute conversations I left behind.

The freezing moments where my arms don’t lay by my side right.

Seems I didn’t cover it all to well, or make it strong enough. 

Scabs didn’t seem to heal that well either.

Looks like life is back. 

Wipe my own two knees off… & let the journey continue. 

Hoping one day you will come find my hand,

and join me once again. 

& if not - let this weathered face, hit the storm.