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8
Jun

~Airplane Mode~

You are in my pocket lying right next to my warm body, your face resting against my hip as my phone rings a dropped signal.

We communicate in a trio of clouds above mountain ranges, our words aloft in a whirlwind of natural frequencies.

The Appalachians, the Smokies, the Rockies, create an electrified, rarefied atmosphere our hopes, dreams and emotions live in.

I want to answer the call I hear ringing through my headphones, vibrating against my skin, teasing my mind.

Storms flash flood dangerously here as heat swelters unrelenting there, and the connection is disrupted.

It was an accidental dialing, but it did not matter because the connection to me was open in the cloud as I lay listening against your warm body.

I was open in your pocket as the airwaves danced with extreme weather, as I moved against your skin, a mere tap from a breathy whisper upon your soul.

You didn’t know I was there. I didn’t know I was there with rough words and smooth sighs touching you through the fabric.

I hold you to my chest. My palm slick with sweat as I hold your cool glass face to my heart. The future beckons while the ringtone cracks and falls into the abyss of missed chances.

Somewhere in the steam drenched foothills. Somewhere above rolling green ridges. Some place intimately close and yet far away.

Two broken wings…

In airplane mode…

© Jazzi Ryan Ranes

🛫✈️✈️ 🛬

2
Feb

~Move Mountains~

Work for the life you want. Work hard and with intention. Don’t sit around and wait for someone or some greater entity to hand it to you on a silver platter. Everything that takes away from your drive, passion, and love, takes away everything. Drop everything you can from your present reality but those things that move you forward.

Simply don’t stress out over the little things anymore, because they are all little things. Don’t take everything so seriously or so personally. Stay young in mind if not in body. Don’t allow others to steal your candy or knock the ice cream cone out of your hand. Make jokes, flirt, dance, play, sing, laugh, and love.

Sweet dreams are made of this. A desire to succeed in a challenging world. Trying is all you can do, working at it is all I do. Move mountains with intention, because if there is no hope and no desire to get ahead, you won’t move a grain of sand. What you do in your work to gain the future profoundly describes your being. This realization makes it all very much real in a lavish rose-colored world. You never really get knocked out…just stunned a little bit.

The things that are worth having in this life require work. If it comes easy, unless you’re at that skill level where it should, then it’s not worth your time. You appreciate the things that you have to work for. You will have a tendency to take better care of these things you want for your life if you keep that in mind.

I work on a steep learning curve and sometimes it’s a slippery slope…but I gotta mean ass four-wheel drive and determination. I’ve discovered I have to learn and just get it done because I’m the only one who can. I’ve also learned to stay calm and put one foot in front of the other while helping the other people in my life gain traction.

I’ve never had the ability to be calm, decisive, a safe harbor…for myself or for anyone else. Not until the last year, year and a half. This newfound gentleness comes from staying aware of myself and realizing we all go through shit all the time and I’m no better or no different than anyone else.

I don’t like format constraints on my life, but sometimes they are necessary to get shit done. Once I decide I want to do something there is little short of physically dying that will keep me from it. Take these words and make them yours. Tear them apart, put them back together, and figure out how to write the chapters of your life so they will be a great fucking read.

Now it’s all about being happy even when happy is sitting on the curb waiting on the bus.

“Contentment is, after all, simply refined indolence.”
-Thomas Chandler Haliburton

Semper Avanti

~ © Jazzi Ryan Ranes ~

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