A Space For Being @danowskyandsand - Tumblr Blog

Before the insects start to grind their million bodies, before impulse scatters the deer into the trees, before desire: there’s a rest.

The dawn and the day observe each other. The herd begins to move over the field, one shared dream of grass and wind. The small stones of their hooves in the stony field.

I’ve exhausted my cruelty. I’ve arrived at myself again. The sun builds a slow house inside my house, touching the stilled curtains, the bottoms of cups left out on the table.

Reprieve by Jenny George

charl0ttan

furthermore once u stick the landing on the whole "being yourself" thing people respect you a great deal for it. not to mention of course how they then realize its possible for themselves, now that they have it tangible in front of them. it can happen here

soleilinfini

mary oliver, staying alive

anotherworld97

kafk-a

loveridden1999

anyways remember when toni morrison said "sometimes you don't survive whole, you just survive in part. but the grandeur of life is that attempt. it's not about that solution. it is about being as fearless as one can, and behaving as beautifully as one can, under completely impossible circumstances."

matchagirl

persianmom-deactivated20260602

the beautiful thing about aging is there are so many versions of your life, so many things you thought you would never get over, so many funny and absolutely heart breaking things that you not only get over but just sort of forget about

awwww-cute

Took my dog backpacking last week. She mostly just took naps. (Source: http://ift.tt/2sK7WbX)

inhernature

Body of sight. Body of

from The Black Maria

Aracelis Girmay

Body of sight. Body of breaths. Body of trying.

Beloved, to day you eat, today you bathe, today you laugh

Today you walk, today you read, today you paint, my love,

Today you study stars, today you write, today you climb the stairs,

Today you run, today you see, today you talk,

You cut the basil You sweep the floor

& as you chore, touch the ankles & hairs of your befores who look up from their work in the field or at the chisel to tell you in their ways: You Live!

cosmicanger

Jamaica, 1999, ph. Christopher Pillitz

firstfullmoon

Leila Chatti, from “The Moment When A Feeling Enters,” in Wildness Before Something Sublime

[text ID: I go on living. Deathtouched, changed, but my life arrives again / at yet. It’s May. I wake to it, thick and sweet as honey I’d forgotten.]

achillesinhighheels

wovi

...for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.

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george eliot, middlemarch