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Let the emotions flow into you. Realize that these emotions are happening to you, they are not what you are. Let the emotion bring out the feelings that it does. Analyze the reasons why the emotions bring out these feelings, and what your inner truth is. Become comfortable with the reality of what is, and weigh the difference between your own truth and the emotions arising. It is not easy, but once this happens, you can carry the emotion with you, without the emotion carrying you with it.

Something only has power when you assign it the very strength that it uses against you. So if the emotion doesn’t deserve power based on your truth, why give it any?

It is hard to emotionally rise above in this way when others do not do this sort of reflection for themselves as well. There is a guilt that wants to whisper in your ear over time. That is you wishing the other person was able to free themselves of this burden, the way that you are learning to.

“You either control your mind or it controls you”

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running away to the wildflowers 🌿🌼

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(by Juliana Beffa)

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If I could go back to any time, based on what I find myself romanticizing and admiring most often; it would be the years 1800 through 1860 on the Western American Frontier. The mountain men that scouted and mapped west of the Great Plains into the wilds of the western mountain ranges all the way to the Pacific Ocean. To live in a time where you were truly exploring new lands, meeting uncontacted tribes before any of the wars that came later with American expansion. Simply living as a traveler, hunter, trapper, and guide. Jedediah Smith must be my favorite Frontier explorer. He was the first man to make it through the Rocky Mountains and the Sierra Nevada and guided exploring campaigns over thousands of miles. The men that have labored to make this life I live a possibility is a thought that is never lost in my mind. To be able to taste the life that they lived, off the land, under the stars, and with such untouched beauty and vastness witnessed regularly. The nostalgia sometimes flows through me with the power to drive me to try to replicate that feeling, the best I can in the much different world I live in today.

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Setting up camp in Indian Henry Meadows on Mount Rainier.

Washington

1977

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There was something about it, that fed my needs. There is an untamed, recklessness inside.

“Don’t compare me to those that couldn’t comprehend the struggle, violence and chaos I’ve had to overcome to be this calm”

Somehow, the calm is always temporary.

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I will rearrange your femininity on my lips. I will celebrate your femininity in the palaces of my dreams. You will love the night when you touch the stars in my arms.

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by withluke

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Fresh snow & dancing lights

seffis

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Dominik Sartorius | @doeeme

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