our finding kind of hope

All things change—move nearer, further from. I am 26. It is time to stop hiding from what I want. I want to be a writer. I want to write. I have always wanted to write. I see words. I feel words. I throw those words. They are ugly and jarring. They're in whimsy and kind. They are slow, and they are guilty, and they won't ever not fall.

And what I want to write is a blog, a book, a flock, a vignette. The story between Chelsea and I. The story between me, and you, and spinning. All things fleeting and made of gods.

And the death of a typewriter was only always going to be a chapter, somewhere halfway between the hiding and the hurting—the hope in both of those moments. But it is not the story.

My name is Ian William L., and this is Our Finding Kind Of Hope. New bravery. New strangeness. New too much. New pictures. New music. New words. New hope. New love. New place. New now.

Stay tuned.

(Still ironing out some name change issues.)

film of morning

"Dappled beauty, lit by the warmth of breathing what feels just below a water, dancing light set unveiling for us the day, of all our curious goings—the film of morning an anthem."

Ian William L.

hope is what we crave

all our words, all our hearts

"I wish we could gather up all our words, and keep them safe, somewhere. A decade in letters, tightly bound, and carried close to my heart always, not just in my mind. But sometimes, just the thought is enough." 

Chelsea Lynn Kirtley

to repair with gold

kintsukuroi

(n.) (v. phr.) "to repair with gold"; the art of repairing pottery with gold or silver lacquer, and understanding that the piece is more beautiful for having been broken.

us the breaker

"Permit yourself to flow and overflow, allow for the rise in temperature, all the expansions and intensifications. Something is always born of excess—great art was born of great terrors, great loneliness, great inhibitions, instabilities, and it always balances them." 

Anaïs Nin

feelingspines

"I am the conch that hears you, burying hard against an earth."

Ian William L.

helix/noticings

a word gossamer

walking hard into the bell light

two butterflies swept together

dust across the beautiful

small of their flight.

torch song

"There goes my life, at the speed of light, I'll spend it with you."

unlimited kissing

I think you've still got lightning in you. 

Moonrise Kingdom; Wes Anderson