mysterious rhythms.

Do you ever hear a song for the very first time, and it instantly makes your heart pound right out of your chest and your gut turn into a little tiny ball?

You fall in love with the song within the first few seconds of it’s playing, and no matter how many times you listen to it, you never grow tired of hearing it.

It’s as if the world around you stops for a moment and all you can hear is the sound of this very great song.

It never gets old. It only gets better.

You can’t help but long to stay in that moment forever. Where the only thing that makes sense is your love for the music and your desire to search out the unknown mysteries of life.

So here is this song for me.

I hope it brings you the same sense of purpose and love for life as it has for me.

I love photography.

I love relationship.

I love art.

I love painting.

I love drawing.

I love creativity.

I love learning.

I love walking.

I love talking.

I love hiking.

I love sunsets.

I love sunrises.

I love being.

I love adventure.

I love living.

I love giving.

I love receiving.

I love fashion.

I love design.

I love writing.

I love seeing.

I love feeling.

I love love.

I love reading.

I love activity.

I love relaxing.

I love traveling.

I love sleeping.

I love food.

I love cooking.

I love baking.

I love eating.

I love coffee.

I love stationary.

I love post-it notes.

I love nail polish.

I love music.

I love singing.

I love listening.

I love camping.

I love summer.

I love winter.

I love fall.

I love spring.

I love rain.

I love snow.

I love animals.

I love people.

I love accessories.

I love peace.

I love maps.

I love globes.

I love teaching.

I love tea.

I love driving.

I love bands.

I love concerts.

I love road trips.

I love family.

I love friends.

I love light.

I love newness.

I love oldness.

I love classics.

I love kids.

I love shoes.

I love clothes.

I love seclusion.

I love God.

I love the feeling of putting all these things into action.

It’s nerve racking.

It’s stomache turning.

It’s pushing myself to be uncomfortable.

It’s life with adventure.

It’s life with love.