July 26th, 2014
We write in darkness. We love
in alleys. We breathe into beige
paper bags. Anything to mollify
the confusion. Anything to simplify
the math.
Bill Yarrow, “Bees in the Eaves” 

(Source: bostonpoetryslam)

Reblogged from Musty Pages
July 26th, 2014
If I Were a Carpenter
Johnny Cash & June Carter Cash

If I Were a Carpenter - Johnny Cash & June Carter Cash

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July 26th, 2014
Love is what we are born with. Fear is what we have learned here. The spiritual journey is the unlearning of fear and the acceptance of love back into our hearts.
Marianne Williamson 

(Source: childrenofthetao)

Reblogged from radiate love
July 26th, 2014


The awesome horses and beautiful landscapes in Iceland made for some pretty neat photos.

Reblogged from No Reins
July 26th, 2014
…and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?
Vincent van Gogh 

(Source: observando)

Reblogged from Depth Of My Soul
July 26th, 2014
I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life..
Henry David Thoreau, Walden
Reblogged from .la douleur exquise.
July 26th, 2014


Part two The Lake District

Reblogged from old man sea
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