I’ll Tumble For Ya, Photo by BradensEye featuring her fling at McGregor Point Lighthouse

Oh, the rush of a crush appeased! Almost everyone I’ve ever dug into a conversation with about the depths of partnership can agree with me that being in a committed affair of amour sometimes leaves one searching for an escape hatch. Meanwhile, us loners are merely sputtering to secure focused attention from a mutually agreeable specimen. Hungering for my own hunk of love has been this fantasy chase most of my conscious life. I’ve always been a girl who wanted that certain boy’s attention. Whether it was the only (age-appropriate) boy who lived on our street, so slim pickings in…


Here I Come, Photo by BradensEye featuring Hoolawa Stream overpass stumble-upon from Twin Falls hike

Bolstering our jolts is sage labor. This is where I think everybody wants to be kosher. When it pains, it pours. Traumatic attacks to our nervous systems often proceed similar to a minefield of exploitive grenades. Sneaky fuckers, they rage at their own discretionary pleasure full tilt trying to sweep all of the fun out of being awake. Doomsday mode tends to topple as dominoes in a row. There you were swimming in the sea, rambunctious for a potential romance, pounding back pounds of succulent laughter with friends or the equivalent in eats, wrapped in the warmth of chatting away…


Making the Most of It, Semi-Selfie toasting happiness with the terrific Timothy White

Concocting a carnival of gratitude seeks aptitude. While my veins typically pump tons more positivity than the average person I meet, I identically have zero lack of linkage to the fluster of be-damned damage that a lopsided load of turd tidings brings round a wee too regularly. Plainly put, similar to the bulk of humans, I’ve got a knack for ushering in some hefty zingers. There’s that domestic violence movement I practically invited to park among my perkiness for eight years and change (oh, yes, lots of change!) or the tiny baby that began before I knew it inside of…


What Comes Around Goes Around, Photo by BradensEye featuring Disney’s Tree of Life

I never need to know you to be able to love you. Caring isn’t a valet service reserved for the deep pocketbooks people. Nor solely for a VIP section of our population. The levels of encouragement we come DNA-designated to dole out with whatever eye-popping whimsy we wish is limitless. Our prowess for pumping up another’s universe doesn’t require any fancy elite degrees, a bank balance far above the two-digit range, or permission from Presidents of White Houses to corporations or companies. Oh, what a strangled snarling system we seldom seek to alleviate for ourselves. How we root for each…


Karma Chameleon, Photo by BradensEye featuring a spell of Muir Woods National Monument

Lack-of-control cocktails don’t appear tasty. Today’s story is brought to you by cancer. That motherfucking monster that enters a room, a body, and decides you ~ grandly joyful energizer-bunny-entity with a sunbeam for a soul is better-suited filling waste bins with your soggy tear-stained tissues, furiously masturbating the mind-melting away like Satan himself is trying to wield the entering of your tomb of sacred sweetness and hell NO are you gonna grant that boner anywhere near any openings as climax grounds you into a release of this ugly craptastic C-word energy. Wiping worries out of range requires bacon-bits of woo-woo…


Full Steam Ahead, Photo by BradensEye

You are the path. You cannot ever truly be off of the path, my friends. Everything that’s surrounding you right now is where you’re supposed to be. Though, believe me, I understand the choking hazard this may represent for many. But, the whole nine yards of whatever’s happened for you, to you, and will come to be is your unique pathway. You are the tangy enchilada, the song-worthy shebang, and the entire ball of wax wound into one sweet expression of living. Your arc of existence is where your travels make out with your transcendence. When your daily passage is…


Bellas Brigade, Photo from BradensEye Archives featuring her + a bevy of besties

Magnifying memories may offer us reprieve. Looking back at what we’ve done, where the sun has spun us around, and especially with whom we’ve amounted thousands of hours of sentimentality provides a platform for bulldozing any humdingers of emotional strangulation that might cross our pathways. There’s magnetic homesickness that a bountiful knock on your autobiography’s door may stimulate. I think an appetite for healthy remembrance relics will tide you safely over the falls of untutored feels. When your personal universe or the worlds’ at large are clashing with your champion vibes consider a reflection connection. Fond bonds are our deliverance…


You See Flower, I Say Art, Photo by BradensEye

Fairly forming opinions is no guesswork. It takes effort to truly know. Wisdom seldom plops into place. Instead, it’s the seed that’s found sweet bedding. Usually after having been heavily supervised with at least the massaging triumvirate of healthy soil, water service, and watchful reliable appreciation from sprout to bloom. Whenever you’ve thought you’ve got it all figured out is a fine chance to flesh out a few further layers. We’re so proud of our brains. We act as if they’re authority machines. We fail to touch base with gobs of information readily available to us. Busting beyond ‘just’ mischief…


Accomplices Unite, Photo by BradensEye featuring apropos inscription recevied that I extend to all of thee

Chart from your heart. Accommodating our alterations shouldn’t be a tease. Even if most balk at the notion of amending their routines. Humans ought to be geared for anticipating a journey. This tipping point has been escalating for me as my second half of life bumbles as the tumbleweed its forever fetishism fortuitously is. Sometimes determinedly in a clear directional windswept pattern. At other times bouncing from a randomly assigned gait to graceful intellect scanning an entire valley of courage all its own without fear of splintering into a zillion separate pieces. Need a day off ~ ok. A week…


Structural Integrity, Photo by BradensEye featuring her fabulous friend Alison Wonderland Tucker (who you should follow, btw)

Perception is in the mind of the beholder. Copying any astute prospector, the more you chip away carefully at the possibility of striking gold, the closer you come to those nuggets. The vision of our vistas offers us opportunities. Anyone can sit inside from the rain to feel locked down dumpy, or you can hear its music tapping melodies on the roof. Yet, formulating committed attention lends more persuasive prestige. What we spy can sometimes be exactly what we get. This is why it’s worth laying off the lying to yourself. Don’t make up stories that aren’t serving your reality…

BradensEye

LOVER of life. Especially people, places, philanthropy and photography.

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