let’s gather our things and travel

1.jpg2.jpg3.jpg4.jpg5.jpgSummer, like no other season, speaks to my wayfaring soul. I think that’s the same for most people. There’s something about the sun blazing down on you that makes you want to strip down to the bare minimum, grab some great music, and venture far off to somewhere even hotter and more insane. Maybe its the heat that make us delirious, or maybe its just our way of feeling free. Free from work, family, and responsibilities. Whatever the case may be, I feel as if we should embrace it, and get away at every possible opportunity. We are not here for very long, so let’s become those irresponsible beings that we sometimes long to be. Let this be the one summer that changes you.

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.”
– Jack Kerouac, On The Road
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See you all when I get back!

<3

Emory

1 Comment

  1. Mum

     /  08/08/2014

    Safe trip and don’t forget to return. I have your canines, remember. You don’t leave much of a carbon footprint but it’s still empty when you leave.

  • Welcome, friends! My name is Emory. I am a wife, mother of two (one earthside and one with the angels), and an animal rescuer. This is our life on the Canadian prairies.
    email: helloscarlettblog@outlook.com

  • I was intending for this video to only be in my stories. After watching it again and again, I decided to post it in my feed as well. I wish to never forget moments like these. Remy’s typical game of asking to go in her crib only to throw everything out of it and pretend to go to sleep. Or her new one- taking her rings in with her and playing with them (after she throws everything out, of course). She makes me say every colour before going to the next one. Then she stacks them up, gets out, and shelves the toy until we have to repeat the game all over again. I let her make her messes all while trying to spend every spare minute with her. These are our days and rituals. I don’t know about you, but I certainly don’t wake up with this much energy.
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