tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61867586024098692192024-03-10T22:24:00.626-05:00I Still Don't Know What Love MeansThe pages of a 5 year ongoing art project. Photo journals (Volumes I, II, III & IV so far) chronicling the struggle to understand love gained and love lost, and the everyday subtle heartaches and simple beauty that.. well, confuse me. And move me.I Still Don't Know What Love Meanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03665337061608487284noreply@blogger.comBlogger291125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186758602409869219.post-91446598357697505832019-07-17T21:24:00.002-05:002019-07-17T21:24:30.667-05:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Quote: “Falling Slowly” written by <span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(32, 33, 36); color: #202124; font-family: Roboto-Regular, HelveticaNeue, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">Glen Hansard and Markéta Irglová</span>I Still Don't Know What Love Meanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03665337061608487284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186758602409869219.post-80062294176463847472016-08-17T20:05:00.001-05:002016-11-09T21:05:57.359-06:00"There was an orchestra in her heart. Music heard only by her, except when her heart broke open and it spilled out into the world." <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Quote from Tv show 'Pushing Daisies'I Still Don't Know What Love Meanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03665337061608487284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186758602409869219.post-44905536205715122342014-08-15T11:00:00.002-05:002014-08-15T11:00:37.362-05:00Perfection is an illusion. Achievement is motivating and personally satisfying. But contribution lives on. -Erin Forquer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />I Still Don't Know What Love Meanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03665337061608487284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186758602409869219.post-51289176423908885992014-08-12T13:25:00.003-05:002014-10-05T11:25:24.192-05:00If you spend your life waiting for the world to give you answers, you won't find any. You are your own question, and you are the only answer. -Erin Forquer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"this is my letter to the world that never wrote to me." -Emily Dickinson</div>
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<br />I Still Don't Know What Love Meanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03665337061608487284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186758602409869219.post-30186520817719928542014-08-12T13:06:00.000-05:002016-06-07T20:44:53.235-05:00Don't let the things that you cannot control, control you. -Erin Forquer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is the first MRI I had done before I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. And while my diagnosis was, at the time, the worst thing that had ever happened to me, 12 years later it turns out that it was also the best thing that happened. To me. Life will always happen to you- and life will always be unfair at some point. But you still have to live. Sometimes, we have to let the bad things change us, break us, so that we can grow back stronger into the people we are supposed to be. </div>
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<br />I Still Don't Know What Love Meanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03665337061608487284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186758602409869219.post-27192377199834331012014-05-07T23:27:00.000-05:002014-05-09T21:03:56.489-05:00The people who break us... eventually (and I do mean EVENTUALLY) give us the opportunity to grow stronger in our broken places. If you are brave enough, and honest enough, to let another person really change you.. you never walk away in just one piece. But every piece has a new story, a new scar, and a new world you have yet to find. -Erin Forquer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />I Still Don't Know What Love Meanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03665337061608487284noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186758602409869219.post-24863822622414010472014-05-07T23:19:00.003-05:002014-05-07T23:19:57.226-05:00We grieve, and me miss, and we long for days past.. all at the level we loved. -Erin Forquer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Quote: Regina Spektor</div>
<br />I Still Don't Know What Love Meanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03665337061608487284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186758602409869219.post-75024274811958688092014-05-07T23:16:00.000-05:002016-03-20T12:28:35.471-05:00Telling our own story is the most important, and terrifying thing we will ever utter out loud to another person. And if someone is scared, or judgmental of your story, than they would certainly not have been able to survive what you have, and lack the courage to be in your life. Because if someone cannot even try to understand another, they will surely fail to be understood by anyone, especially themselves. -Erin Forquer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />I Still Don't Know What Love Meanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03665337061608487284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186758602409869219.post-67621192665240070612014-05-07T20:51:00.001-05:002014-05-08T00:04:14.470-05:00Find what makes you come alive, and do it. And keep doing it no matter the obstacles.. because what the world needs, is a reminder that if you care deeply enough about something, even if it hurts, or it seems impossible, that there are people brave enough in this world to keep trying. Please, don't ever underestimate the magnificent beauty in someone following their dreams. Including you. -Erin Forquer <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Don't ask what the world needs. </div>
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Because what the world needs</div>
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-Howard Thurman</div>
<br />I Still Don't Know What Love Meanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03665337061608487284noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186758602409869219.post-3699138473029031202014-03-01T23:00:00.000-06:002014-05-06T11:22:38.767-05:00Sometimes we hide from life. Sometimes life hides from us... Either way, I'm pretty sure it's a good idea not to hide from the ones who love us in this crazy and confusing thing called life. -Erin Forquer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I spent this year as a ghost..</div>
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<br />I Still Don't Know What Love Meanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03665337061608487284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186758602409869219.post-65236202791202283642013-12-31T14:04:00.002-06:002013-12-31T14:04:22.221-06:00Please don't ever forget when you wake up each morning, just how dangerous ignorance is. And how damaging and hurtful our silence, or inaction, can be. -Erin Forquer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />I Still Don't Know What Love Meanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03665337061608487284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186758602409869219.post-5997493134955605472013-12-26T16:21:00.002-06:002016-03-20T12:28:05.055-05:00Someone wise once told me to wander often, get lost whenever I can, and never lose the wonder, or hope, of finding what I am looking for. Even if I don't know where my answers are, or if I'll even find them, I still believe I'll find what I'm supposed to- even if it isn't what I thought I wanted. -Erin Forquer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />I Still Don't Know What Love Meanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03665337061608487284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186758602409869219.post-14663979734143848442013-12-26T16:17:00.004-06:002013-12-26T16:17:57.836-06:00Learning to let go of the things that no longer belong to us- or with us, or perhaps never meant for us at all, may be one of the hardest tasks in life. And one of the most painful. But in the end, it may save our life, and give us the only opportunity to live the life that we are supposed to. Never forget this painful truth for yourself- or others, because it might just make us all a lot kinder as we walk this earth. -Erin Forquer <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />I Still Don't Know What Love Meanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03665337061608487284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186758602409869219.post-79075090510410424082013-11-21T14:48:00.001-06:002013-11-21T14:56:43.693-06:00I was asked to write some advice about raising a child for one of my best friends' baby shower. As I tried to start writing, I realized that the only advice I could give her- was to teach her child what love means in the same way that she and her family have taught me. So this is my wish for your family, and my family, and all of our families. Thank you for showing me what love and family means, in the best definition imaginable. Sincerely, Erin <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />I Still Don't Know What Love Meanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03665337061608487284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186758602409869219.post-71901358880170885752013-10-21T22:52:00.001-05:002016-03-20T12:31:56.385-05:00My sincerest hope, for all of us, is that you are given the opportunity to find this place. It isn't an external place with an actual location. Perhaps, rather it's a hidden internal voice, when you're among people who love you without conditions, which quietly whispers to you "I dare you to be yourself." -Erin Forquer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />I Still Don't Know What Love Meanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03665337061608487284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186758602409869219.post-21454596646842752552013-10-15T21:36:00.004-05:002013-10-15T21:36:56.335-05:00If you can find beauty within your pain, then you will not live in vain. -Erin Forquer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Perhaps someday I'll crawl back home,</div>
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beaten,</div>
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defeated.</div>
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<br />I Still Don't Know What Love Meanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03665337061608487284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186758602409869219.post-67254826912811404262013-10-10T19:49:00.001-05:002013-10-10T19:50:40.553-05:00Our idea about the meaning of life, our "life's mission," our brief time on this earth to make our mark.. whatever you want to call the reason that we are here, on this little planet thats circling a slowly dying star.... Just make sure that what you call it is your own. -Erin Forquer <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />I Still Don't Know What Love Meanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03665337061608487284noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186758602409869219.post-78768518887750072612013-10-08T21:39:00.001-05:002013-10-08T21:39:09.511-05:00If this is what love is, which I think it is, then I signed up ages ago... I'm just waiting for my callback. -Erin Forquer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />I Still Don't Know What Love Meanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03665337061608487284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186758602409869219.post-76398118449168435552013-10-06T19:58:00.000-05:002013-10-06T20:00:48.509-05:00Life goes on... Like a bad nightmare, that you can swear is real, and won't stop despite your cries for mercy. But. Life. Goes. On. And there is so much beauty you haven't found yet. -Erin Forquer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />I Still Don't Know What Love Meanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03665337061608487284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186758602409869219.post-846055795124884622013-09-20T14:51:00.001-05:002013-09-20T14:54:27.059-05:00Whenever I am lonely, or questioning the state of the world.. I think of all the people I have crossed paths with that have changed me. The stranger in the hospital waiting room, who hugged me so fiercely- without any words, when she heard me call home to say that my friend wouldn't be making it through the night. The coach who believed in me when even I didn't. The family I found in New York, who took care of me without expectations. The clients who shared their story with me, with trust and courage I didn't even know existed.. And I'm comforted by the thought that I have something to live up to. I might not always hit the mark, but just the trying gives me hope. -Erin Forquer <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Without fear,</div>
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Huge heart you have,</div>
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WILL SOMEHOW SET YOU</div>
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<br />I Still Don't Know What Love Meanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03665337061608487284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186758602409869219.post-92049982506741899672013-09-11T20:48:00.002-05:002013-11-25T23:01:21.246-06:00Love is dangerous. It is also, unfortunately, as necessary as oxygen- despite the risk. And despite the pain. -Erin Forquer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />I Still Don't Know What Love Meanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03665337061608487284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186758602409869219.post-1529300583625381572013-09-11T16:51:00.000-05:002013-12-01T18:28:07.183-06:00There is far more in this world that, when it comes down to it, doesn't make any sense. Cruelty. Abuse. Inequality. Too many things to name here and now. Perhaps the only way we can make any sense of it is to change whatever it is we can change. Make your own world, even if the world hasn't earned entrance to it yet. It's the only way to make it a better place after you're gone. -Erin Forquer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />I Still Don't Know What Love Meanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03665337061608487284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186758602409869219.post-48800181891194138202013-09-05T22:34:00.001-05:002013-10-06T23:32:09.053-05:00Ironic isn't a strong enough word to illuminate the difference between the expected and actual outcome of my life. It's ironic that I've spent my entire life striving for my next accomplishment- a degree- the two letters after my name, then the third.. How silly I was to think that any of that mattered. It's ironic that the truth is- all that really matters is finding something to do with your life that matters to someone else. It took talking someone off a ledge to realize this, but, ironically, in the end I was the one who was saved -Erin Forquer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />I Still Don't Know What Love Meanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03665337061608487284noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186758602409869219.post-25543369553426220712013-09-05T22:27:00.001-05:002013-09-06T17:07:58.701-05:00You might hate parts of your past.. you might think they make you weaker than others. But by the sheer act of surviving them, enduring through the painful, or even shameful parts.. that is what makes you infinitely stronger than those who have been privileged with an "easier" life. It's a blessing and a curse. But it is also, undoubtedly, all the evidence you will ever need of your own strength. -Erin Forquer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />I Still Don't Know What Love Meanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03665337061608487284noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6186758602409869219.post-74099497741226175432013-07-31T14:42:00.003-05:002013-07-31T14:42:58.753-05:00People have far more in common than they would ever guess. But we spend too much time judging other peoples' differences. We're all weird, and insecure, and lost, way deep down... But why does it seem like everyone is so damn afraid to go there? I'd like to think it's better than what true loneliness feels like. -Erin Forquer <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Everybody is identical in their secret unspoken belief that way deep down they are different from everyone else. -David Foster Wallace</div>
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