We can be joyful for people we love, for moments of goodness, for sunlight and trees, and for the very breath within our lungs. Like an innocent child, we can rejoice in life itself, in being alive.

Jack Kornfield, - The Wise Heart

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tylerknott:

I have rocks in my roots and I am bent from the wind, I am all alone once again, will I be alone in the end?
My branches are dry  and snapped from the storm, Without all your sunlight, will I ever feel warm?
I’ll hold tight to your earth, I’ll ask not when or why, I’ll wrap snug to your rocks I’ll throw my leaves in your sky.

tylerknott:

I have rocks in my roots
and I am bent from the wind,
I am all alone once again,
will I be alone in the end?

My branches are dry
and snapped from the storm,
Without all your sunlight,
will I ever feel warm?

I’ll hold tight to your earth,
I’ll ask not when or why,
I’ll wrap snug to your rocks
I’ll throw my leaves in your sky.

timefighter:

Artist covers city streets of Poland in intricate lace patterns.

NeSpoon, a brilliant Warsaw-based street artist, creates beautiful site-specific pieces of lace-based street art. She uses traditional ornate lace patterns to decorate various various nooks and crannies of cities she visits and lives in. What’s even more interesting is that she embraces many different forms of visual art – ceramics, stencils, painting, and crochet lace installations. She also carefully considers the specifics of each site that her works are bound for.

fly-time:

Victor Bauer 1969 _ American_Open ArtGroup______@ My name is Victor Bauer and I was born in 1969.

fly-time:

Victor Bauer 1969 _ American_Open ArtGroup______@
My name is Victor Bauer and I was born in 1969.

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they called her witch because she knew how to heal herself. Here We Are, Reflections of A God Gone Mad (2nd edition)

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Album Art
ArtistVance Joy
TitleRiptide
AlbumGod Loves You When You're Dancing
You smell like the woods. — Barry Lopez, Field Notes (via mythologyofblue)

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We drive each other crazy in ways that nobody else can even touch. We never bore each other. And we both realize what a rare thing this is. Augusten Burroughs, Dry  (via paris2london)

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