The mountains, my friends, are always calling.  @SarahLinden and I answer, so very often, and So very many of us are lucky enough to always be able to answer that call and vanish off into the wilderness on a whim.  For many families out there, this is not that easy, and when it comes to families who have children with reoccurring seizures, just disappearing into the woods can be an extreme challenge.  This week, @Sevenly is pairing up with an amazing and inspiring charity called 4 Paws 4 Ability.  They are dedicated to providing service dogs to families with children who have seizures and these unbelievable dogs can help these inspiring kids live happier and healthier lives.  These canine companions can help notify the children and their parents of problems and can help kids in so many ways.  This week, instead of the usual $7 per shirt purchased, $14 of Every single purchase is being donated directly to the charity, and together we can do so very much.

Please, go here:

http://www.sevenly.org/tyler3

or click the link in @Sevenly ‘s bio, and buy a shirt, or two, or ten, and help change the lives of kids in need.  We can help.  The mountains ARE calling, let’s help more and more kids answer.

Typewriter Series #700 as read by me, Tyler Knott Gregson

I received SO many emails yesterday about reading this one aloud, so people could hear it how I heard it in my brainpan.  I suppose your wish is my command, kind of.  I still hate the sound of my voice, but at least now you know how it sounded when it wrote itself in my noodle.

We forget so easily that snow, like rain, is made of millions of individual parts. So many tiny and intricate and wildly different parts. We see the whole, the picture created, the blanket of white, and we forget about all the millions hugging each other tightly to survive. I wonder, if far enough away from this planet we roam upon, we, all of we, are the very same.

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All of you inspire me more than I even know how to express.  Last week, this sweatshirt I posted inspired YOU all to prove that you too are Dreamers, and you did so in an amazing fashion.  All of you, all of amazing you, helped raise a ton of money for charity, and you helped more than you even realize.  This design was so popular, @Sevenly is holding it over for another week, so there is STILL time to get this, the ladies hooded version, the shirts, the raglans, all of the designs.  There is still time to buy a shirt, and there is still time to help.  The charity is different this week, so all of your kind and generous support now supports ANOTHER wonderful charity, and This week, @Sevenly is pairing up with an amazing and inspiring charity called 4 Paws 4 Ability.  They are dedicated to providing service dogs to families with children who have seizures and these unbelievable dogs can help these inspiring kids live happier and healthier lives.  These canine companions can help notify the children and their parents of problems and can help kids in so many ways.  This week, instead of the usual $7 per shirt purchased, $14 of Every single purchase is being donated directly to the charity, and together we can do so very much.

Please, go here:

http://www.sevenly.org/tyler1 

or click the link in @Sevenly ‘s bio, and buy a sweatshirt, help save a life.  Please. Thank you immensely for all the love and support you’ve always given.  It means more than I can say.

Typewriter Series #700 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Text for Tired Eyes:

I could spend a lifetime
exploring the galaxies of your skin.
I could chart and map, name and discover
every constellation of birthmarks, freckles, scars and lines.
Through the telescopes of my eyes
I am memorizing the stars that decorate your back.
I, the intrepid and uncompromising explorer
and you, the galaxy of skin lying inside
the universe of this bed.  
At any given moment there lives on you and me a blanket of flesh,
twenty square feet and six pounds heavy
that separates your heart from mine.  
The you that I touch at this given moment
is changing and the countdown to starting over has already begun.  
The we that we will touch, a month from this day will be entirely new;
with each breath we shed the fingerprints and residue of our past,
as the promise of beginning again grows silently and stubbornly atop us.
It will be on that new landscape that I explore.
I will row down the rivers of tears as they form canyons in the laugh lines
on the corners of your mouth.  I will plant a flag,
my flag, on the tallest peak of your perfect lips.
Once done I will stand proud, posing for a photo that will never be taken.
I will crawl, hands and knees if I must
over the archipelagos of goosebumps that I left
haphazardly in the wake of my travels.
Will I rest in the hollow below your throat?
Will I drag myself across the flat desert of your stomach
and beg for water or will I float on the ocean of water
as you slip into the bath; your skin the soft sand of the sea floor?
Perhaps every freckle is a footprint I left behind,
every birthmark the remains of a fire I lit
to keep myself warm as night fell across
the geography of your body.
I have the patience, the love and the curiosity
but time is running out.  
The exploring I do this day, the discoveries,
the flags planted and the footprints I leave
will be washed clean as once again you shed the layers
you can no longer carry.
I, the intrepid and uncompromising explorer
will never stop exploring you,
the galaxy of skin and geography of flesh
lying inside the universe of this bed.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-

The snow just won’t stop. Another 12 inches yesterday. Blankets on blankets of white. Once again, @gregoryalanisakov providing me with a driving soundtrack. If you aren’t already following him, do so now. :)

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