Ethereal stars sit delicately woven in our skin. Verdant ferns and lofty pine trees comprise our earthly limbs. As beings of this land we get to experience and love ten times over and again. So perhaps our collective goal should be to illuminate our gleam from within; to enhance the bright yet tender glow of our kin. After all, the only thing we leave in our wake is how we love and who we have been.
-Tyler J.
Decorated with sap sealed scars and woven in pedals of rose; he is bound by breath to ancient pines along the riverbeds flow.
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His callused grip, no longer weighted by sword, contains light which cannot be dimmed nor torn.
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While warm blood and beauty steadily pour between, the quartz and jasper canyons of his warrior spirit seams; he stands timeless yet temporary.
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His design; mirrored in eutierria, is archaic as it is novel, a divine creation, lost and found in marvel.
-Tyler J.
In a way our words are like spells. What we say and believe cast the building blocks of our realities. So my unsolicited advice to both you and I….Take care of your thoughts when you’re alone, and your remarks around others.
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With love,
-Tyler
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04/21 Update - this vid won an Anything Awesome Award from Gopro 🤙
Home. Where cedar roots and emerald pines meet the mountain water. Where my breath is expansive, reaching ever infinitely farther. I’d like to stay here, where I feel playful, unbound, and unbothered.
-Tyler J.
The warmth of a cloudless sky penetrates my winter coat - unraveling the knots of cold I had so reluctantly sewn.
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A hymn of bird chirps. The release of breath-work. I find in this stillness, life’s immeasurable worth.
-Tyler J.
Full of momentous adventures and internal expansion, this year felt like a long spring sunrise; an experience meant to be felt, not examined.
-Tyler J.
I listen to the monstrous oaks rattle in the warm storm wind. I feel the light sprinkling rain touch my face and run down the map of my skin. I watch the colossal mash of grey hues in the night sky roll and tumble. My stillness now merging me with the mountains magnificent mumbles.
Click. Clack. Creek.Together the forest and I deeply breathe.
-Tyler J.
I could describe my thoughts along the cliff ledge, the emotions entangled with finding the limits - the edge.
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I could convey the thousands of sensations that free fall allows me to feel. I could talk about what it’s like to dive into crystal clear rivers and mountainous lakes so teal.
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But what good would that do?
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When I can instead show you the me in that very moment, the I am that is real.
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In those precious seconds of wind to water I am free. A quiet washes over the noisy world with its pendulums and chatter. I am aligned with joy, curiosity, passion and love, the things that matter.
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In those mere blips of time I am not my own nor anyone else’s perception of me. I am that moment, that experience. The purest thing I can be.
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Whether I am rushing through the air or powerfully displacing water my essence doesn’t change, my light doesn’t falter.
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Whether I ripped the entry and landed with grace or spent some time below the surface grimacing in pain, my adventurous spirit so daringly remains.
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So what is it that keeps me coming back, that keeps me sending dives?
Perhaps the luxury of authentically being me and knowing what it means to truly be alive.
-Tyler J.
