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lorraine tahoe 21 yrs

It’s good to leave each day behind, like flowing water, free of sadness. Yesterday is gone and its tale told. Today new seeds are growing.

—  Rumi (via astralnavigations)

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8 . 19

coyotespiritchild:

Winter Solstice

laughing-trees:

ivoryunknown:

illustratographer:

I took a photo every 2 minutes over the span of about 2 hours at a 20 second exposure and animated it all together! This 2 second loop was the result! 
Craters of the Moon National Monument, Idaho

the world is amazing

I love how the stars stay in the same pattern as they move across our sky. Perspectives are MINDBLOWING

Yet you could feel a vibration in the air, a sense of hastening. It had started with the moon, inaccessible poem that it was. Now men had walked upon it, rubber treads on a pearl of the gods. Perhaps it was an awareness of time passing, the last summer of the decade. Sometimes I just wanted to raise my hands and stop. But stop what? Maybe just growing up.

—  Patti Smith, Just Kids
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8 . 18

It is a law of our subject, proven time and time again, that where the orthodoxies of the world go apart, the mystic way unites. The orthodoxies are concerned primarily with the maintenance of a certain social order, within the pale of which the individual is to function; in the interest of which a certain “system of sentiments” must be instilled into every member; and in defense of which all deviants are to be, one way or another, either reformed, deformed, or liquidated. The mystic way, on the other hand, plunges within, to those nerve centers that are in all members of the human race alike, and are at once the well springs and ultimate receptacles of life and all experiences of life.

—  Joseph Campbell  (via elige)

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8 . 18

It was only
the thin thread of a cloud,
almost transparent,
leading me along the way
like an ancient sacred song.

—  Yosano Akiko, from River of Stars, trans. Sam Hamill and Keiko Matsui Gibson (via litverve)

(via gypsji)

8 . 18

I live on the edge of a sleepy soul, a moist rose, and an infinite lilac sky beneath my chin.

—  M. Melia, The Unravelling Travelogue (via loveage-moondream)

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8 . 18

kittenmeats:

“Valerie and Her Week of Wonders” (1970) - Jaromil Jires

Close your mouth,
block off your senses,
blunt your sharpness,
untie your knots,
soften your glare,
settle your dust.
This is the primal identity.

—  Lao Tzu (via fernsandmoss)

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8 . 13

sistersoftheblackmoon:

SISTERS OF THE BLACK MOON
Photography  Briana Purser
Hair  Danann Patrick
MU Ashley Hancock
Model Sara Skinner