~ Saturday, September 20 ~
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tempurafriedhappiness:

Epic, autumn 2013

tempurafriedhappiness:

Epic, autumn 2013


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Sit, be still, and listen, because you’re drunk and we’re at the edge of the roof.
— Rumi (via thecalminside)

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Photographer Lassi Rautiainen recently captured the profound partnership between a she-wolf and a brown bear in the wilds of northern Finland. For days, he witnessed the strange pair meet every evening to share food after a hard day of hunting. No one knows when or how this relationship was formed, “but it is certain that by now each of them needs the other.” - Source

digdaga:

Photographer Lassi Rautiainen recently captured the profound partnership between a she-wolf and a brown bear in the wilds of northern Finland. For days, he witnessed the strange pair meet every evening to share food after a hard day of hunting. No one knows when or how this relationship was formed, “but it is certain that by now each of them needs the other.” - Source


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~ Wednesday, September 17 ~
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Is there a difference between happiness and inner peace? Yes. Happiness depends on conditions being perceived as positive; inner peace does not.
— Eckhart Tolle (via thecalminside)

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The Ancient Ones:  Oldest Living Organisms on Earth

The trees of the Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest, in the White Mountains near Bishop, California, are the oldest living recorded organisms on Earth. Many of the trees are over 2,000 years old, with the “Methuselah” tree dated at more than 4,773 years old. It was previously thought that this was the oldest tree in the world, but was superceded by the discovery of another bristlecone pine in the same area with an age of 5,063 years, giving it a germination date of 3051 BC.

These trees were young and growing at the time stone axes were being used in Europe, the Great Pyramid of Khufu (Cheops) was being built, and cuneiform clay tablets were being used in northern Syria.

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~ Sunday, September 14 ~
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What does it feel like to identify more with Spirit than with form? You used to walk around feeling anxiety and tension; now you walk around feeling love. You just feel love for no reason. Your backdrop is love. Your backdrop is openness, beauty and appreciation. You don’t have to make yourself feel that way; that is how Spirit feels.
— Michael Singer - The Untethered Soul (via iam-youis)

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ourlifeintransit:

Your next adventure awaits!
Hand Lettered in the Donald Design studio. 

ourlifeintransit:

Your next adventure awaits!

Hand Lettered in the Donald Design studio


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Do they sense it, these dead writers, when their books are read? Does a pinprick of light appear in their darkness? Is their soul stirred by the feather touch of another mind reading theirs? I do hope so.
— Diane Setterfield, The Thirteenth Tale (via bibliophilebunny)

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I can’t afford to hate anyone, I don’t have that kind of time.
— Akira Kurosawa (via weareallgettingby)

(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege)


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I love those mornings when you wake to darkness and no one is asking anything of you. You’re under no pressure to exist. This is something of which I am in constant need.
— C.R.  (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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annaehrgott:

We ran out of gas, rolled up in neutral, waited for this van to pull out of a spot then pushed our van in. We surfed for hours till some friends brought us a few gallons of gas. I will never forget these days. Everything is an adventure, a test of your wit, and adds riches to your memory bank. The road and the times spent on it are the most meaningful. The things that I define myself by and that I dream of every night reflect my days without a home and without destination or a tangible end.

annaehrgott:

We ran out of gas, rolled up in neutral, waited for this van to pull out of a spot then pushed our van in. We surfed for hours till some friends brought us a few gallons of gas. I will never forget these days. Everything is an adventure, a test of your wit, and adds riches to your memory bank. The road and the times spent on it are the most meaningful. The things that I define myself by and that I dream of every night reflect my days without a home and without destination or a tangible end.


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When did loving yourself
become so rare, that it’s
revolutionary to do so?
— (160/365) by (DS)

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~ Monday, September 8 ~
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