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18 Sep 2014 / Reblogged from be-stillness with 507 notes

"Some periods of our growth are so confusing that we don’t even recognize that growth is happening. We may feel hostile or angry or weepy and hysterical, or we may feel depressed. It would never occur to us, unless we stumbled on a book or a person who explained to us, that we were in fact in the process of change, of actually becoming larger, spiritually, than we were before. Whenever we grow, we tend to feel it, as a young seed must feel the weight and inertia of the earth as it seeks to break out of its shell on its way to becoming a plant. Often the feeling is anything but pleasant. But what is most unpleasant is the not knowing what is happening. Those long periods when something inside ourselves seems to be waiting, holding its breath, unsure about what the next step should be, eventually become the periods we wait for, for it is in those periods that we realize that we are being prepared for the next phase of our life and that, in all probability, a new level of the personality is about to be revealed." - Alice Walker, Living By The Word

18 Sep 2014 / 0 notes

beingblog:

Stumbled upon this spectacular image of snowy egrets roosting on the east shore of the Salton Sea today and was reminded of this poem by Mary Oliver:

Egrets
Where the path closed down and over, through the scumbled leaves, fallen branches, through the knotted catbrier, I kept going. Finally I could not save my arms from thorns; soon the mosquitoes smelled me, hot and wounded, and came wheeling and whining. And that’s how I came to the edge of the pond: black and empty except for a spindle of bleached reeds at the far shore which, as I looked, wrinkled suddenly into three egrets – - - a shower of white fire! Even half-asleep they had such faith in the world that had made them – - - tilting through the water, unruffled, sure, by the laws of their faith not logic, they opened their wings softly and stepped over every dark thing.

beingblog:

Stumbled upon this spectacular image of snowy egrets roosting on the east shore of the Salton Sea today and was reminded of this poem by Mary Oliver:

Egrets

Where the path closed
down and over,
through the scumbled leaves,
fallen branches,
through the knotted catbrier,
I kept going. Finally
I could not
save my arms
from thorns; soon
the mosquitoes
smelled me, hot
and wounded, and came
wheeling and whining.
And that’s how I came
to the edge of the pond:
black and empty
except for a spindle
of bleached reeds
at the far shore
which, as I looked,
wrinkled suddenly
into three egrets – - -
a shower
of white fire!
Even half-asleep they had
such faith in the world
that had made them – - -
tilting through the water,
unruffled, sure,
by the laws
of their faith not logic,
they opened their wings
softly and stepped
over every dark thing.

17 Sep 2014 / Reblogged from beingblog with 90 notes

lillylowrey:

Concrete city

lillylowrey:

Concrete city

17 Sep 2014 / Reblogged from lillylowrey with 1 note

• The wise man knows that owing to fluctuations, the qualities of nature, and subliminal impressions, even pleasant experiences are tinged with sorrow, and he keeps aloof from them.

BKS Iyengar. Light on the yoga sutras of Patanjali Pg 116.

17 Sep 2014 / 0 notes

veganfoody:

Beetroot Ribbon Salad with Mint and Cashew Cheese (raw)

veganfoody:

Beetroot Ribbon Salad with Mint and Cashew Cheese (raw)

17 Sep 2014 / Reblogged from pepperalley with 193 notes

puppet:

Eros the traveling artist by Tireless Artist on Flickr.

puppet:

Eros the traveling artist by Tireless Artist on Flickr.

17 Sep 2014 / Reblogged from pepperalley with 62 notes

puppet:

Eros the traveling artist by Tireless Artist on Flickr.

puppet:

Eros the traveling artist by Tireless Artist on Flickr.

17 Sep 2014 / Reblogged from pepperalley with 62 notes

21st Birthday Picnic Amrit Murti and Jocelyn at Brown Brothers Winery

21st Birthday Picnic Amrit Murti and Jocelyn at Brown Brothers Winery

17 Sep 2014 / 0 notes

17 Sep 2014 / 1 note