[lightwithinadream]

lady sing the blues so well as if she mean it as if it’s hell down here in the smoke filled world

[lightwithinadream]

⚖️

[meanwhilepoetry]

Some people survive and talk about it. Some people survive and go silent. Some people survive and create. Everyone deals with unimaginable pain in their own way, and everyone is entitled to that, without judgement. So the next time you look at someone’s life covetously, remember…you may not want to endure what they are enduring right now, at this moment, whilst they sit so quietly before you, looking like a calm ocean on a sunny day. Remember how vast the ocean’s boundaries are. Whilst somewhere the water is calm, in another place in the very same ocean, there is a colossal storm.

People Survive in Different Ways | Nikita Gill  (via featherumbrellas)

[jennifawn99]

[littlewickedthings]

[eearth-deactivated20180601]

You don’t need to go looking for yourself. Center yourself in who you are, make a home of yourself. Open your doors wide, sit patiently, wait for your self to make it’s way to you. Trust that it knows the route. Be present for its arrival.

[zielenadel]

Willy Ronis

[wethekeegsta]

My dog and my bunny were playing in the back yard and I thought other people might enjoy watching as much as me

[vote-for-eggman]

Please watch this video

[blue-pixiedust]

This is one of the most magical things I have ever seen

[catchomps]

[boredpanda]

15+ Un-Bear-Ably Cute Momma Bears Teaching Their Teddy Bears How To Bear

[fxsd]

[2016-10-14] Piece of Ice | 8013

[catsbeaversandducks]

Winifred Sanderson And Her Magnificent Blep

“Hello world! Behold my Blep!”

Photos by Winnie The Cat Sanderson

[junglewizz]

This painting speaks of an unfolding awakening for humanity from the sea of space. The Universal Mother, Earth, our planet is asking for our help. In her Left hand she holds the Plant medicines that can help us heal, they are a key to our dna and evolution on earth as it continues to be. In her right she holds the knowledge, wisdom, power and intelligence to cure. She is our Mother, the Vessel of the Light of the Sun that pours through us, she is the depth of the Sea and the endless Space of possibility from which we are born, as Star and Seed combined.

“ The Legend of the Eagle and the Condor comes from the indigenous people of South America, particularly Peru and Ecuador shamans. It is a prophecy that speaks of human societies splitting into two paths – that of the Eagle, and that of the Condor. The path of the Condor is the path of heart, of intuition, and of the feminine. The path of the Eagle is the path of the mind, of the industrial, and of the masculine.

The prophecy says that the 1490s would begin a 500 year period during which the Eagle people would become so powerful that they would virtually drive the Condor people out of existence. This can be seen in the conquering of the Americas and the killing and oppressing of the indigenous peoples in the subsequent 500 years – up to and including today.

The prophecy says that during the next 500-year period, beginning in 1990, the potential would arise for the Eagle and the Condor to come together, to fly in the same sky, and to create a new level of consciousness for humanity. The prophecy only speaks of the potential, it’s up to us to activate this potential and ensure that a new consciousness is allowed to arise.”

[firsttimeuser]

[purplebuddhaproject]

[beepboop-its-a-robot]

STORY TIME:

I work in a decent sized, local, indie bookstore. It’s a great job 99% of the time and a lot of our customers are pretty neat people. Any who, middle of the day this little old lady comes up. She’s lovably kooky. She effuses how much she loves the store and how she wishes she could spend more time in it but her husband is waiting in the car (OH! I BETTER BUY HIM SOME CHOCOLATE!), she piles a bunch of art supplies on the counter and then stops and tells me how my bangs are beautiful and remind her of the ocean (“Wooooosh” she says, making a wave gesture with her hand)

Ok. I think to myself. Awesomely happy, weird little old ladies are my favorite kind of customer. They’re thrilled about everything and they’re comfortably bananas. I can have a good time with this one. So we chat and it’s nice.

Then this kid, who’s been up my counter a few times to gather his school textbooks, comes up in line behind her (we’re connected to a major university in the city so we have a lot of harried students pass through). She turns around to him and, out of nowhere, demands that he put his textbooks on the counter. He’s confused but she explains that she’s going to buy his textbooks.

He goes sheetrock white. He refuses and adamantly insists that she can’t do that. It’s like, $400 worth of textbooks. She, this tiny old woman, bodily takes them out of her hands, throws them on the counter and turns to me with a intense stare and tells me to put them on her bill. The kid at this point is practically in tears. He’s confused and shocked and grateful. Then she turns to him and says “you need chocolate.” She starts grabbing handfuls of chocolates and putting them in her pile.

He keeps asking her “why are you doing this?” She responds “Do you like Harry Potter?“ and throws a copy of the new Cursed Child on the pile too.

Finally she’s done and I ring her up for a crazy amount of money. She pays and asks me to please give the kid a few bags for his stuff. While I’m bagging up her merchandise the kid hugs her. We’re both telling her how amazing she is and what an awesome thing she’s done. She turns to both of us and says probably one of the most profound, unscripted things I’ve ever had someone say:

“It’s important to be kind. You can’t know all the times that you’ve hurt people in tiny, significant ways. It’s easy to be cruel without meaning to be. There’s nothing you can do about that. But you can choose to be kind. Be kind.”

The kid thanks her again and leaves. I tell her again how awesome she is. She’s staring out the door after him and says to me: “My son is a homeless meth addict. I don’t know what I did. I see that boy and I see the man my son could have been if someone had chosen to be kind to him at just the right time.”

I’ve bagged up all her stuff and at this point am super awkward and feel like I should say something but I don’t know what. Then she turns to me and says: I wish I could have bangs like that but my darn hair is just too curly.“ And leaves.

And that is the story of the best customer I’ve ever had. Be kind to somebody today.

[exam]

[glittertomb]

Mushroom Pieces by Eveline Tarunadjaja, one of my absolute favorites