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lorraine tahoe 21 yrs



I want one




listen for the sounds the fields make
the tongues the trees are speaking in
the love the leaves are making with the wind

—  Anis Mojgani, from “The Manual,” in Over the Anvil We Stretch (Write Bloody Publishing, 2008)

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8 . 27

The world you see is just a movie in your mind. Rocks don’t see it. Bless and sit down. Forgive and forget. Practice kindness all day to everybody and you will realize you’re already in heaven now. That’s the story. That’s the message.

—  Jack Kerouac

8 . 24

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


Winter Solstice




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)

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