when we went to iceland
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when we went to iceland
Ellen Bass, “The Thing Is”, Poetry of Presence: An Anthology of Mindfulness Poems
A hibiscus flower under ultraviolet light, shining for the polinators.
Gary Drostle's fish pond mosaic.
Cemetery in the mountains of Kyrgyzstan. Flickr
DeBÍ TiRAR MáS FOToS
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mosaic on a former carpet factory (1978) by s. lewkowicz kowary, poland
Mosteiro da Santa Cruz Coimbra, Portugal
“We cannot pray to You, O God, to banish war, for You have filled the world with paths to peace, if only we would take them. We cannot pray to You to end starvation, for there is food enough for all, if only we would share it. We cannot merely pray for prejudice to cease, for we might see the good in all that lies before our eyes, if only we would use them. We cannot merely pray “Root out despair,” for the spark of hope already waits within the human heart, for us to fan it into flame. We must not ask of You, O God, to take the task that You have given us. We cannot shirk, we cannot flee away, Avoiding obligation for ever. Therefore we pray, O God, for wisdom and will, for courage to do and to become, not only to look on with helpless yearning as though we had no strength. For Your sake and ours speedily and soon, let it be: that our land may be safe, that our lives may be blessed”
— Rabbi Jack Riemer (We Cannot Pray to You)
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Late summer storms in Florence.. 🌧️
women in GLAM (Galleries, Libraries, Archives and Museums)
"No one wants to work anymore." Damn right brother. If I could sit in a beautiful field for 40 hours every week of my singular precious life I would