Blue Skies Are Coming.

My name is Kristen. I'm from Tennessee.

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Junot Díaz, This Is How You Lose Her

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The Pond: A Poem

by Mary Oliver

August of another summer, and once again I am drinking the sun and the lilies again are spread across the water. I know now what they want is to touch each other. I have not been here for many years during which time I kept living my life. Like the heron, who can only croak, who wishes he    could sing, I wish I could sing. A little thanks from every throat would be appropriate. This is how it has been, and this is how it is: All my life I have been able to feel happiness, except whatever was not happiness, which I also remember. Each of us wears a shadow. But just now it is summer again and I am watching the lilies bow to each other, then slide on the wind and the tug of desire, close, close to one another, Soon now, I’ll turn and start for home. And who knows, maybe I’ll be singing.

This poem is excerpted with permission from Mary Oliver’s latest collection of poetry, Felicity, published by Penguin Press in October, 2015.

[Image by Howard Ignatius, via Flickr]

[memoriasconsazon]

You don’t want to let go, but don’t want to be hurt, either. It’s not a great place to be but what can I tell you?

This Is How You Lose Her (via memoriasconsazon)

[moonmothermagnolia]

Can I get a poem, Astro Queen? Taurus sun, Aquarius moon, Leo rising.

in the first spring of the final age, she sits by a clear spring of water, on a picnic blanket, dressed in opalescent silks

her wide moonstone eyes survey the landscape to see her friends playing in the water; she knows that peace has come

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

People grow when they are loved well. If you want to help others heal, love them without an agenda.

Mike McHargue  (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

[beingblog]

The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up, as if orchards were dying high in space. Each leaf falls as if it were motioning “no.” And tonight the heavy earth is falling away from all other stars in the loneliness. We’re all falling. This hand here is falling. And look at the other one. It’s in them all. And yet there is Someone, whose hands infinitely calm, holding up all this falling.

Rainer Maria Rilke (as translated by Robert Bly)

The way Parker Palmer chose this to open his essay on autumn’s paradox was brilliant. Nicely done.

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[courtneyrenes]

Above all, trust in the slow work of God. We are quite naturally impatient in everything to reach the end without delay. We should like to skip the intermediate stages. We are impatient of being on the way to something unknown, something new. And yet it is the law of all progress that it is made by passing through some stages of instability— and that it may take a very long time.

And so I think it is with you; your ideas mature gradually—let them grow, let them shape themselves, without undue haste. Don’t try to force them on, as though you could be today what time (that is to say, grace and circumstances acting on your own good will) will make of you tomorrow.

Only God could say what this new spirit gradually forming within you will be. Give Our Lord the benefit of believing that his hand is leading you, and accept the anxiety of feeling yourself in suspense and incomplete.

Prayer of Teilhard de Chardin

[hersinkingsun]

But please, remember me, my misery And how it lost me all I wanted

Iron & Wine (Samuel Beam)

[beingblog]

I can only see, notice, and listen to the subtle whispers of the mountain and of nature when I allow myself to open up to vulnerability and my uncertain future, flourish from my past, and be present in the moment.

Tilon Sagulu, “When the Mountain Whispers” (via beingblog)

[matialonsorphoto]

[sosuperawesome]

[nevver]

Circling the Sun

[beingblog]

When people love each other, they are content with very little. When we have light and joy in our hearts, we don’t need material wealth. The most loving communities are often the poorest.

Jean Vanier, founder of L’Arche (via beingblog)

[wnq-music]

There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.

Leonard Cohen,”Anthem,” The Future  (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

[itscolossal]

Welder Scott Raabe Places Interlocking Patterns of Molten Metal Between Pipes

[beingblog]

“Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom.” — Victor Frankl

[Image by davide ragusa]

[wordsnquotes]

Close your eyes, fall in love, stay there.

Rumi  (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)