June 2011
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The Glory - Edward Thomas
The glory of the beauty of the morning, - The cuckoo crying over the untouched dew; The blackbird that has found it, and the dove That tempts me on to something sweeter than love; White clouds ranged even and fair as new-mown hay; The heat, the stir, the sublime vacancy Of sky and meadow and forest and my own heart: - The glory invites me, yet it leaves me scorning All I can ever do, all I can...
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I...
but why Why, why can’t it be, why can’t it be mine? - Pearl Jam
{been working hard not to feel this way but sometimes I can’t help it and tonight it’s exactly how I feel..}
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i miss the taste of you, red hearts, and the dust of June
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Anaïs Nin - 2
“I feel the need to swing away from constant explanations. I want to run away from too much consciousness, too much awareness. At night, I seek dancing, friendships, nature, forgetfullness, music, or sleep.”
“He is in danger of becoming an Ego in a crowd. (The Ego can only perceive a crowd, it cannot perceive an equal.) The crowd is a malleable thing, it can be dominated,...
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Anaïs Nin
excerpts from The Diary of Anaïs Nin: Volume Two that resonated with me.
Everything seems miraculous, that the summer should be so soft, that fountains should play on the Champs-Elysees, that men and women are walking. A sky which changes every day and yet keeps its opaline tones. Can life continue to unroll this way with a freshness never withered, new faces, new marvels? Can one arrive so many...
“Invent yourself and then reinvent yourself, don’t swim in the same slough, invent yourself and then reinvent yourself and stay out of the clutches of mediocrity” -Buckowski
a new season. and another chance to get it right.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gs9NgGZkErU&feature=... →
new fav jam.
forgive, rebound, and dance back into the light…
– TUT
Naturally
Nestled in lush green groves in frolicking hills, we are alive above stunning sun-kissed Santa Barbara Grace unfolding oh-so Naturally
Beautiful mindful women and sometimes naked yogic men co-mingle blending breath, chopping wood, creating space for individual explorations of autonomy
“Find your own way,” I heard the smiling soulful teacher say, the words drip drip dripping like raw honey,...
-there is something in you so amazing that you’ve forgotten exists because you...
– via http://blog.gaiam.com/blog/forget-envy-remember-who-you-are/#comments on Forgetting Envy & Remembering Who You Are.
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All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.
– André Breton (thank you, fibreoptics)
icecreamisbetterwithafork:
Are you killing time? Or bringing it to life?
Shake it off. Shake it up!
animalcollector:
“The sun was shining with the kind of brilliant, silvery light you sometimes find in the middle of a truly beautiful day; an almost imperceptible iridescent mist hovered in the air and all the fresh colours of June were intensified, looked richer and softer, as if reflected through a prism.”
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Irène Némirovsky, Suite française (via melancholynotes)
Have your preferences, go where you’re drawn, and dwell upon all that is...
– TUT