Marina Pirkle makeup artist

Bison at 35 below zero. Yellowstone National Park, USA.

photography by Tom Murphy Photography

Misty magical Saturday mornings with the family 💫

My mom used to say to me “You can’t have fun all the time.”
I said to her
“Why not? Why can’t I have fun all the time?”
-Kate Moss

Spend more time doing what makes your smile. Give more of your energy to those who make you laugh and support your wildest dreams.

Life can be cruel.
There are times when life becomes so hard that it makes us shut down our heart to just survive.
When we go through a huge loss in our life due to a death or heartbreak our heart chakra becomes dark.
Everything feels gray and nothing makes sense. We feel that we may never love again.
Life tries to harden our heart so many times during our short time on this planet.
Some humans can’t seem to make sense of the pain and loss they have endured and their heart becomes stone.
They inflict pain on other humans. They have lost their magic and their zest for life. Life is gray. There is no way for love to access them. This is the saddest thing for me to see. Humans that are alive only half way.

I have had my fair share of heartbreaks in my life. Watching death take loved ones I thought I could never live without. I remember times of that darkness taking me over. Spiritually I was dead, a robot going through the actions.

How can you live your life with an open heart with all the pain and terrible things that happen to us all?
You have to believe.
You have to understand the grand design and how important you are in the web of this life, and to others.
To open your heart get outside of yourself.
Look at what you still DO have and not what you DON’T.
Yes I lost my parent and I will mourn that loss, but I still have to show my sister the love she deserves to have from me.
You can not let life take away your magic, you have to keep your heart open.
HELP Someone else who is going through a hard time.
With every good act you do for humanity you will feel your heart soften a little more.

You have a very short time here.
You are here for a reason.
Be love in a world that can feel sometimes all too cold. Be the light.
I love you friends.

He said to me:
When I'm dating a woman
I have boxes that I need to check
If I want to seriously date her
For example
She needs to be from a good family
And she must have a degree
Similar religious views
She needs to be organized and on time
She needs to know how to cook.....

And you

Do not fit any of my boxes
You are messy and rarely on time for any of our dates
From my observation the extent of your cooking abilities seem to be you making yourself a bagel with cream cheese and eating in bed while reading the newspaper.
Your hands are black from sketching with charcoal.
You watch films with no words and only subtitles.
Your mood changes depending on the phase of the moon.
You are a free soul and blow where the wind takes you.

You are nothing that I ever thought I wanted, but somehow have filled my entire mind.
You are too much and I think you will drive me crazy, but somehow it still feels more right than the ones that checked all the boxes.

-The thing with love is that you can't control it and it makes no sense to try. Love is messy and love will make you question your rules and boxes. You don't ever need to change who you are to be loved, you've just got to find someone strong enough to love you, messy parts and all.

Unspoken words
That surface to the lips
And swallowed again
Too afraid to let them slip
Out
And to see the consequences
Of your truth.
How long can you hold them?

My father passed away about ten years ago, and i still think about him everyday.
I have never met anyone quite like him.
My father taught me at a very young age to focus on the beauty and the magic of the world.
My father was a world traveler, photographer, writer, artist,storyteller and also taught english as a second language.
He did not accumulate things, he had only the bare necessities for life. When he passed away everything he owned fit in one box. He lived a life of complete freedom from the system. Not a lot of people understood him. He lived in another reality, a more beautiful reality than most can even imagine.

I remember the first piece of writing of mine that he read without my permission. I was about 15 years old and left it up on the computer by accident. I was in the peak of my teenage turmoil and I had hundreds of poems written by that age stuffed in numerous boxes and binders around my room where no one could find them. This one happened to be about him. I was furious that he read my writing. I yelled and screamed at my dad.

He grabbed my shoulders and looked me straight in the eyes. He said to me;
“My dearest Marina. You are a writer. You are a writer by nature. You get it. You have a beautiful voice and you must never stop writing. Promise me this? I argued that I was a crap writer and that he was saying that because he loved me. “Kiddo, if you were crap I would tell you straight away, but your soul is spilling out all over this dam apartment and you can’t hide it.
I remember that vulnerability and anger turning into the strongest truth I had felt in a long time. I remember realizing the power of writing. It felt like a magical power to be able to transform pain into beauty with my words.

I write this today to remind us all of our truth. To remind us to do more of what gives us life. Your passion is your purpose. Don’t give up.

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Entrepreneurship is living a few years of your life like most people won’t, so you can live the rest of your life like most people won’t.

What are you willing to sacrifice for your dreams?
Yes it’s safer to work a 9-5 job. Yes benefits are included and a whole two weeks off in an entire year to live your whole life making money for someone else.
What if you could break free?
What if you looked at money as energy?
How much energy do you need to live a fulfilled life?
Does the lifestyle that you’ve created for yourself also keep you trapped?

I used to believe the more money I made the happier I would be. I grew up with not a lot and I became obsessed with success. The success I found filled my bank account but my soul was very poor.
My heart wasn’t open. My ego controlled every part of my life.
Success looks differently to everyone, to me it’s how much time I have to do what I love and to be with who I love.

What is your dream?
What is holding you back from that dream?
What sets your soul on fire?

I love you friends. I believe in you❤️
Be love,
Marina

It’s never too late to step into a begin something new, to step into a better version of you.



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I lean into the wind
And I am weightless