live madly

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the sun will stand as your best man and whistle when you have found the courage to marry forgiveness when you have found the courage to marry Love.

hafiz of persia

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can't stop jamming this song.

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obsessed. also, what i'll be wearing ALL summer.

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i like this hair day.

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so much patience and adoration and strength goes into this pose, which is probably why i love it so much. it challenges me and makes me feel strong!

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getting stronger! #yoga

[suchgoodluck]

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holy lord. 

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He called eel grass what she called seaweed. He insulated their house with it. She was interested in the transparence of her skin. He walled the bathroom with barn-siding, he built the couch with wood he had chopped. She, a friend once said, was a calligrapher of the dark. He dug a root cellar to store vegetables. He built a shack for his ducks. Once, while asleep, he said 'the half-shut eye of the moon.' She spoke about the possible precision of doubt. He knew when the wind changed what weather it would bring. She baked bread, made jam from sugar berries, kept a notebook with what she called little collections of her breath. He said the angle the nail goes in is crucial. She fed the ducks, called them her sentient beings. She wondered how one becomes a casualty of desire. He said a tin roof in summer sends back the sun’s heat. She made wine from dandelions. She once wrote in her notebook 'the ordinary loveliness of this world.' He built a bookcase for her books. They took long walks.

Stephen Dunn (a reading from megan's wedding)

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things that should be universally accepted. right, @inkstained_hand?

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chakras.

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Maybe I'll learn something!

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all of this. #namaste

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Our whole lives are flashing before our eyes

With a yoga practice, whether you like it or not, comes some serious internal reflection and the natural progression toward setting intentions for your life. They might be small adjustments or feel like large changes.

They might surprise you. No, they will surprise you.

This week I'm practicing organization: from the thoughts in my head to the laundry in my adorable pink '60s rocker that my Grams gifted me (that I've been unable to see for weeks due to said laundry). You'll be pleased to know that it's an incredible disaster. The thing about organizing things is that you have to start somewhere. And for me, who has a natural inclination toward the accumulation of things, the part where I dive in and then dig out is kind of overwhelming.

Alas, it's one day at a time. One breath at a time.

So that's where I'm at and that's what I'm doing. From the inside out, I want to be a person who has clear purpose and a deeper understanding of how my mind and my laundry can contribute to a stronger, braver, more beautiful me.

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powdered donuts and stunna shades. love this little boy! (Taken with Instagram)

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if you're reading this, remember that you are beautiful. and have the absolute sweetest of dreams and an even better tomorrow. (Taken with Instagram)

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mashed black bean and garden pepper quesadillas ftw. (Taken with Instagram)

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we had our first practice together today. beginning of something beautiful. #cadenceyoga #yoga #manduka #namaste (Taken with Instagram)