These Oklahoma tornadoes, man. I love me a good spring storm, but those tornadoes are scary. I was going to write about how busy I've been and that ever-pressing feeling of a million things that need to get done and the way my priorities have been changing, but after this afternoon's events, my problems suddenly don't seem so big (although that four hour math final seemed pretty darn scary at the time...). I am so very thankful and blessed by the texts/calls/messages checking up on us. My family and I are completely fine--not even a drop of rain over here--but it could have so easily been different. I can't even imagine looking outside and seeing a two-mile-wide funnel heading my way. These storms happen in the blink of an eye; a solid, sturdy house one moment is a pile of rubble the next. My heart goes out to my fellow Oklahomans. I love you guys.

(a few weekend snaps that have absolutely nothing to do with the rest of this post)

part i: on the road

part ii: morning

part iii: water

Take me to where the waters run swift and emerald, where the road snakes gently under heavy-laden trees, and where the mornings are cool and misty. Let the campfire smoke embed itself in the fibers of my sweatshirt and let the wind ruffle the book leaves at the edge of the lapping water. Give me time to think and read and digest and watch; I am not shy but merely a curious observer. Let me forget everything for a moment and run away for a few short hours and I promise I will be alright.

no home in this world anymore

I am wearing high-waisted 90s jeans turned cutoffs, a thrifted shirt & turban, gifted necklace, target sandals, and vintage Dooney & Bourke purse. Backdrop courtesy of a messy garage.

"Now as I look around, it's mighty plain to see 
This world is such a great and a funny place to be; 
Oh, the gamblin' man is rich an' the workin' man is poor, 
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore."
"I Ain't Got No Home in This World Anymore" by Woody Guthrie

I've been very inspired by Woody Guthrie's work in the past few months. What an absolutely fascinating man he was! I really admire the passion he had for his craft and the way he stopped at nothing to bring his message to everyone. Even though I'm not a song-writer or singer, his passion and perseverance is inspiring to anyone. 

I wanted to write something beautiful, something good, something true, but I've been bit by the summer bug and I just can't get the words from fingers to paper (maybe taking the AP English exam this morning has something to do with that?). I have some really thrilling prospects coming up soon (like an internship! eeeek!) that I'm super excited about, too...

But like I was saying: the summer bug. I've discovered of the hidden benefits of headscarves/turbans: disguising two day old hair, of course. It's also brought fresh strawberries and ice cream and that itchy feeling to get out and do something. Blame the latter on Woody Guthrie. And this book.