Saudade

Nature / Poetry

[alibum]

I am not the kind hearted person I used to be. This job and this life has made me hard, as hard the concrete set about the posts that hold up the walls around my heart.

People ask to much and expect to much and it rages a fire within me, and not the type to keep you warm and cosy, the type you can fall asleep in front of, safely, in safety. No, it's the type that burns deep, to the core of my being, the kind that one day will swallow me whole, dragging me to hell, if thats even something that exists outside of this world and not the very thing we already live in. The kind that if you get too close to will obliterate you, leaving only the shadow of ashes on a concrete floor. The aftermath of an atomic bomb. And that's how I feel all the time, ready to explode, or is it implode, or mearly disintegrate?

[brettesims]

The Invitation

By Oriah Mountain Dreamer

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, And if you dare to dream of meeting Your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool For love, for your dream, For the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, If you have been opened by life’s betrayals, Or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, Mine or your own, Without moving To hide it or fade it or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, Mine or your own, If you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes Without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself, If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. I want to know if you can be faithless and therefore be trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty Even when it is not pretty every day, And if you can source your own life From its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, Yours and mine, And still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, Weary and bruised to the bone, And do what needs to be done for the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you are, how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand In the center of the fire with me And not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you From the inside When all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone With yourself, And if you truly like the company you keep In the empty moments.

[alibum]

Therapy

I am helping you, or are you helping me?

All our deepest darkest fears are up for sale.

If you're lucky you'll be put on the waiting list for the discount rail

And you'll be wearing hand-me-downs or ball-gowns

Depending on who you talk to

And life you'll either cruise through

Or struggle uphill

Slapped by the man with a hefty bill

[brettesims]

Our Deepest Fear

By Marianne Williamson

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness That most frightens us.

We ask ourselves Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God.

Your playing small Does not serve the world. There’s nothing enlightened about shrinking So that other people won’t feel insecure around you.

We are all meant to shine, As children do. We were born to make manifest The glory of God that is within us.

It’s not just in some of us; It’s in everyone.

And as we let our own light shine, We unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we’re liberated from our own fear, Our presence automatically liberates others.

[upknorth]

If all else fails, buy a fixer-upper in Iceland.

#getoutdoors #upknorth Isolated cabin-living along Nordic shores. Stunning shot by @chrispoops (at Iceland)

[alibum]

i dont write anymore

deny i have feelings, keep them wrapped in tightly layered parcels

hidden behind the minds unconcious, the attic door

i was always told i felt too much, now we all talk about mental illness

it feels like its lost its touch

now we all say its normal the cycle is complete so the cycle repeats

i dont write anymore

ive forgotten how to love , to love words enough to know they are worthy

to see that they are what make me, me

i dont write anymore

because that shits for emos and im a grown ass woman that's not how this goes

i dont write anymore

so i wrote this

because its not writing its something to tick off my list

i wrote a list to help me work throught my mental health

its titled;

how to fall in love with yourself

[purplebuddhaproject]

“Solitude is dangerous. It’s addictive. Once you see how peaceful it is, you don’t want to deal with people.”

— (via purplebuddhaquotes)

[just-shower-thoughts]

Do you ever just crave to someone’s presence, like you would literally be happy sitting next to them in silence and appreciating their existence.

[alibum]

That's how I felt about my X, oh I loved him ...

[alibum]

I made a list with more than 13 reasons why

Of all the times you let me down

Everytime you were unwilling to try,

Every time you bailed out and got high

Every. Fucking. lie

everytime you left me wondering why

But if you called me tomorrow I couldnt promise myself

That I wouldnt answer just to say hi

To know you were ok

Even if you said you were and I knew it was a lie

Why?

because I miss you

because dispite being happier without you

and you without I

there is still a grey about this sky

there were never enough reasons why

and no matter how hard I try

I cant seem to let go of you and I

I just hope you're happy and there is all blue in your sky

Im moving on

There can be no more wondering why

Ill just chalk this one up to another lost game

and forever wonder if you feel the same

[alibum]

Ding ding! Round One

50 years ago today the game began

Dr Warner and Mr John

One for nurture, one for fun

and what a journey they have both been on...

Mr John

The heavy thinker 

he's the white van, camper van man

the one with the plan

always doing the best he can to provide for the fam

spending late summer nights watching the flicker of the camp fire light

walking over cliffs and mountains for hours and hours

until along comes Dr Warner hiding amongst the flowers

Dr Warner 

The heavy drinker

He's the late night party Don, the giver of song

and all things fun

spending after hours climbing musical towers

entertaining with his musical prowness

You'll have to excuse his loudness

and be sure to watch out for Mr Spew...

Ding Ding! Round 2

Think carefully, it's your move.....

[alibum]

Some hearts meet already broken

shattered from too much love and too little space

hearts with broken pieces take refuge in the meeting of

kindred hearts, hearts that know love

how to love and love

together these two hearts weave a new love

full of possibility

of travel

of experience

these hearts cry together laugh together shout together and share their victory together

Like two wolves in a tent howling at the moon

[alibum]

I met a boy who needed a toy To play with for the weekend When Monday came he got tired the game Didn’t want to put a face to the name Admit when we both came that he’d got in too deep That this meant more to me than a hungry sleep Stupidly I stayed swayed by the plan like a groupy fan And that’s what I got when I played with a boy who played at being man in a big white van

[purplebuddhaproject]

https://www.instagram.com/purple_buddha_project/

[alibum]

Im working on it.....

[purplebuddhaproject]

https://www.instagram.com/purple_buddha_project/

[theultimatetinaturnerblog]

Visit Original Link

Tina Turner - I Can’t Stand the Rain (1984, Capitol Records)

[purplebuddhaproject]

https://www.instagram.com/pbuddhaproject/

[did-you-know]

Kuli the one-eyed cat started surfing when he was 6 months old after being rescued from the streets of Honolulu. He has no fear of water because he was bathed a lot while recovering from eye surgery.

As far as surfing cats go, Kuli is a pro - although he does wear a teeny-tiny-yet-functional life preserver on occasion.

He seems pretty content with life, even immediately following surgery.

I just want to point out that you may never again see another photo that includes a one-eyed cat, drenched in water, floating on a surfboard, perfectly chill, in front of a double rainbow.

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[naamahdarling]

This is the most magnificent photo I have ever seen.

[darrenthedragon]

The content I live for

[askfyodordolokhov]

beautiful