Life...

To my love...

Where...

Where Does the Temple Begin,

Where Does It End?

 

There are things you can’t reach.  But

you can reach out to them, and all day long.

 

The wind, the bird flying away.  The idea of God.

 

And it can keep you as busy as anything else, and happier.

 

The snake slides away; the fish jumps, like a little lily,

out of the water and back in; the goldfinches sing

from the unreachable top of the tree.

 

I look; morning to night I am never done with looking.

 

Looking I mean not just standing around, but standing around

as though with your arms open.

 

And thinking: maybe something will come, some

shining coil of wind,

or a few leaves from any old tree – 

they are all in this too.

 

And now I will tell you the truth.

Everything in the world

comes.

 

At least, closer.

 

And, cordially.

 

Like the nibbling, tinsel-eyed fish; the unlooping snake.

Like goldfinches, little dolls of gold

fluttering around the corner of the sky

 of God, the blue air.

 

~ Mary Oliver ~

(Why I Wake Early)

Guarantees...

That song...

Had to share today's Dharma comic:)  enjoy, and remember everything is going to be OK!
-S

http://dharmacomics.com/that-song/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GrDK0UoAkfY

our love...

Vastness...

Love Yourself...

http://mydailybreadandbutter.com

“Sometimes it’s the pain of love that transforms you into someone who has the courage to take it on.” Marianne Williamson, The Age of Miracles

I am making room for LOVE,
S

A Thousand Years...

Dreams...

Peace...

sidetracked... Collecting flowers for my sweetie:)

Maddening;)

Feeling you...

This sounds like it would be a good album...what do you think?

Try to Remember...

love yourself...

And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddamn personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.

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(via thatkindofwoman)

When I See You Again...

Heard this on the way to Lava, makes me think of you:) oh wait, everything makes me think of you...well the good stuff that is, xoxox.
S

Oh yes,

How sweet it is...

to be loved by you:)