The Many Shades.

And you? When will you begin that long journey into yourself?

Rumi

(via thecalminside)





If I was young, I’d flee this townI’d bury my dreams undergroundAs did I, we drink to dieWe drink tonight
Far from home, elephant gunLet’s take them down one by oneWe’ll lay it down, it’s not been foundIt’s not around
Let the seasons beginIt rolls right onLet the seasons beginTake the big game down

Human beings are works in progress that mistakenly think they’re finished. The person you are right now is as transient, as fleeting and as temporary as all the people you’re ever been. The one constant in our lives is change.

Dan Gilbert

(via fos-feen)

(Source: cnnxt)

A child on a farm sees a plane fly overhead and dreams of a faraway place. A traveler on the plane sees the farmhouse… and thinks of home.

Carl Burns  (via allthingssoulful)

(Source: travel-quotes)

That’s Her, They Say

That’s Her, They Say

Shushanik kurghinian

Նա է, ասում են

Նա՜ է ասում են … բանաստեղծուհին -
Եվ լո՜ւռ, ակնապիշ նայում են դեմքիս.
Ոմանք հիասթափ մնում են՝ որ հին
Տձեւ ու անզարդ շորեր կան հագիս։

Նա՜ է ասում են … բանաստեղծուհին -
Անսովոր ոչինչ՝ կին է հողեղեն …
Օ՜ մարդիկ գուցե տեսնե՞լ կուզեին
Ուսերիս թեւեր, դեմքս՝ լուսեղեն …

Դու ոչի՛նչ չասիր … բայց դու տեսար ինձ.
Ձեռքս բռնեցիր դողդոջուն եւ հեզ -
Այդ ակնթարթում իմ անկեղծ սրտից
Այնպե՜ս ջերմագին սիրեցի ես քեզ …

10 հունիս, 1907


That’s Her, They Say
Translated by Shushan Avagyan

That’s her, they say, the poet,
and stare intensely at my face in silence.
Some are disappointed to see me
in my old, formless and plain dress.

That’s her, they say, the poet,
nothing unusual, she’s just a mortal woman.
Perhaps people would like to see
wings on my shoulders, my face luminescent.

You said nothing, but you noticed me,
you took my hand, trembling and docile.
At that instant, from the depths of my true heart
I loved you so…


Vincent van Gogh: Plain Near Auvers, (1890)
Limekiln Trail. Big Sur, CA
This is all I’m going to be posting for a while.
"At times I feel as if I am spread out over the landscape and inside things, and am myself living in every tree, in the plashing of the waves, in the clouds and the animals that come and go, in the procession of the seasons." - Carl Jung
tree lights.
Chamomile Tea. DIY.

Life is too long to not forgive

Truth (via awelltraveledwoman)
my sweetness.