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— Jeff Foster

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“Between ‘what was’ and ‘what will be’ there is a vast space called Now. It is your true home.”
— Jeff Foster
If only you hold onto Him, I promise you’ll never drown. - Yasmin Mogahed
Anne Carson, Nox
“Have you ever considered, beloved Other, how invisible we all are to each other? Have you ever thought about how little we know each other? We look at each other without seeing. We listen to each other and hear only a voice inside ourself. The words of others are mistakes of our hearing, shipwrecks of our understanding. How confidently we believe in our meanings of other people’s words. We hear death in words they speak to express sensual bliss. We read sensuality and life in words they drop from their lips without the slightest intention of being profound. The voice of brooks that you interpret, pure explicator … The voice of trees whose rustling means what we say it means … Ah, my unknown love, this is all just us and our fantasies, all ash, trickling down the bars of our cell!
Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via heteroglossia)
Photography by Matthew Hahnel
A matter of perspective.
“When one gets quiet, then something wakes up inside one, something happy and quiet like the stars.” ―W. B. Yeats, from The Hour-Glass, 1916.
Pictured: Vincent van Gogh Starry Night Over the Rhône, 1888
Landlife on the Ilse of Skye
late night self reflective asks 🌙
cosmos: what's one thing you wish you could say to someone you are no longer friends with?
galaxies: what are three things you want to do before you die?
waxing: what is your proudest accomplishment?
waning: what is your biggest regret?
full moon: what type of person do you hope to be?
contemplation: if you could wake up one morning and everything in your life was perfect, what would that look like?
night light: who/what makes you feel safe?
ponder: what do you want to do with your life?
sunset: who is someone you thought would be in your life forever, but you no longer talk to?
midnight: are you a different person late at night than in the early morning?
candle light: are you an indecisive person?
reflection: have you ever changed something you liked about yourself to satisfy someone else?
sweet dreams: are you happy?
nightmare: what are you most afraid of?
constellations: who is someone you could talk to for hours and never stop?
reminder: who is someone you will never forget?
11-11: what's something you want, but feel like you will never have?
shooting star: who is someone you trust to help you make the right decisions?
earth: where do you feel most at home?
soothe: what's one thing that always makes you feel better when you're upset?
slumber: what's one thing that helps you fall asleep when it feels impossible?
“forgiveness is not about the past but the future”
— Anne Michaels, from “To Write”, in All We Saw (Bloomsbury, 2017)
Wind River (2017)
“When you stand before God, and you know and he knows, you have nothing to offer, and He still loves you the same, it really makes you more grateful and humble. It’s hard, I know, believe or even accept a love that does not ask us anything. And people sometimes spend a lifetime believing that true love can never be found, when in fact, it is closer than they dare to believe. We are loved, and it is demonstrated everyday, in every sunset, in the rainy afternoon, in the starry night or in the death of a beloved son.”
— anne n. // What’s Christianity to you? (via worshipgifs)