Some of the pictures I took while hiking Rough Ridge
I am the dust in the sunlight, I am the ball of the sun. I am the mist of morning, the breath of evening. I am the spark in the stone, the gleam of gold in the metal, the rose and the nightingale drunk with its fragrance. I am the chain of being.
Rumi (via nirvikalpa)
I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.
Anais Nin (via travelorganic)
There is a place of silence in all of us. The world is loud but within you, there is an ocean of stillness with such depth it cannot be understood by the mind. It lies beneath the chatter of the ego. Above the noise of insecurity and fear and beyond the drama of everyday life. It’s found in the space between your breaths and you feel it where your heart and soul connect to show you the truth about who you really are. It moves through the labels and above the judgements and goes deeper than the story you’ve decided is yours. This place of silence is what unites us all. Find it and with it you’ll find the oneness and healing and acceptance that you’ve been looking for since the day you decided that “I am” was more important than “We are” and forgot that there is only love and nothing else. You are going to find all of these things and you’ll realize they were right there in front of you all along and nothing was ever lost in the first place. In this silence, there is no separation. No illusion. No me and you and them. There is just us. All of us, breathing and feeling and being with all that is.
Sit with the silence. Move into the space between your breaths. The evolution of our consciousness depends on it. It depends on you. It depends on me. It depends on us all.
So sit down. Find your breath. Close your eyes and come back home.
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People belong in your life by natural vibration, not forced will or expectation.
At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare.
Caitlin Moran (via scatteredandshining)
I want to wake up and smell the cold forest air, I want to feel the soft moss under my bare feet as I sip tea. I don’t want to worry about what time it is or whats going to happen next. I just want to be.