living

It's easy to avoid life. It's easy to shell up, shut up, hole up, bury yourself in the busywork and nightmeres and fear. But the most rebellious thing you can do, the best person you can be, is somebody who runs at life. Who sees the incredible color spectrum of love and evil, of hate and anger, of miracles and wonders, and challenge it head on.

Stand there with open arms and recieve-

you are the gold at the end of the rainbow.

Living is hard to see as a choice, becaue it is our existence.

Our today and tomorrow, our now and forever.

But it is a choice.

Living is active (breathing is not),

Living is being conscious of your existence, of your feelings and your cravings and your dreams.

Living means taking risks, jumping off the cliff, dancing in the street.

Living means falling in love, eating too many sweets, crying when it hurts.

Living means trusting, opening, welcoming.

Living means pain and broken hearts.

Living is seeing everything in the world,

and realizing how beautiful the choice is.

Do one thing today that makes you feel more alive than you knew you could.

happiness

via The Satorialist

walking

"walk by faith, not by sight"

transformations

"Il faut bien que je supporte deux ou trois chenilles si je veux connaître les papillons."

-Le Petit Prince

You must know the caterpillars if you want to know the butterflies.

sticks and stones

via For Stars Will Rise Again

where the wild things are

run away. run fast. run far.

hold your breath. hold a hand.

reach higher.

spread your fingers, feel the webbing between them make your arms into wings.

now jump.

chances, uncertainty, change, uncomfortable

as you fly up

 clear, understood, new, fresh

as you fly down.

what is the difference between flying and falling?

the sea

like a dream

Glove map of London, 1851, by George Shove

i'm about to leave on a plane ride to new places, to see new faces, to walk in an unfamiliar world.

i love this feeling.

anticipation and adventure.

the next few posts, for around the next three weeks will be automated, and i won't be able to get back to you, my loves, until i get back.

i hope you all are having beautiful summer

of madness and miracles (:

you are the world

(a secret about me:

i love stacking rocks like in the first picture-

it is my favorite meditation.

the beauty is in the destruction as well,

watching the waves destroy in a single blow

what you've built up for hours. 

it's truly healing.)