un·ravel

"“Learn to like what doesn’t cost much. Learn to like reading, conversation, music. Learn to like..."

Mon, 25 Feb 2013 22:10:09 -0500

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“Learn to like what doesn’t cost much.
Learn to like reading, conversation, music.
Learn to like plain food, plain service, plain cooking.
Learn to like fields, trees, brooks, hiking, rowing, climbing hills.
Learn to like people even though some of them may be different… Different from you.
Learn to like to work and the satisfaction doing your job as well as it can be done.
Learn to like the song of birds, the companionship of dogs.
Learn to like gardening, puttering around the house, and fixing things.
Learn to like the sunrise and sunset, the beating of rain on the roof and windows, and the gentle fall of snow on a winter day.
Learn to keep your wants simple and refuse to be controlled by the likes and dislikes of others.”

-Lowell C. Bennion

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- (via filomenasmarket)

"You only lose what you cling to."

Sat, 29 Dec 2012 21:56:06 -0500

“You only lose what you cling to.”

- Buddha (via natashakills)

"You only lose what you cling to."

Sat, 29 Dec 2012 21:40:11 -0500

“You only lose what you cling to.”

- Buddha (via natashakills)

"Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in. I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself..."

Sun, 23 Dec 2012 20:17:31 -0500

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Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in.
I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly
As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands.
I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.

I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted
To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.
How free it is, you have no idea how free –
The peacefulness is so big it dazes you…

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- Sylvia Plath, excerpt from Tulips (via fernsandmoss)

"What if our religion was each other, If our practice was our life, if prayer our words? What if the..."

Sun, 23 Dec 2012 20:05:13 -0500

““What if our religion was each other,
If our practice was our life,
if prayer our words?
What if the temple was the Earth,
if forests were our church,
if holy waters—the rivers, lakes, and oceans.
What if meditation was our relationships,
if the teacher was life,
if wisdom was self-knowledge,
if love was the center of our being.””

- Ganga White (via fernsandmoss)

July garden

Sun, 26 Aug 2012 15:17:23 -0400

July garden

Radish harvest in July

Sun, 26 Aug 2012 15:16:10 -0400

Radish harvest in July

"AS IF How do you explain why elephants appear to move their unwieldy hulks with greater dignity..."

Sun, 26 Aug 2012 15:11:21 -0400

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AS IF

How do you explain why elephants
appear to move their unwieldy hulks
with greater dignity than most humans do
in their finest moments,
as if they had evolved beyond wanting
anything but what they have?
Why does the field begin to ripple
before the wind arrives in whispers,
as if there were a communication,
as if the landscape were poorly dubbed,
and we weren’t expected to notice?
What butterfly does not dart away from us
as if it could sense our latent cruelties,
and yet return to check and double-check?
Has the night not gotten recently darker,
as if to insinuate that we have squandered
the light that was there?
Have we made too much of our own?
And did you notice afterward the dawn
opening up with a tentative eagerness
as if there were something crucial to illumine,
as if we would wake up early just to see it?
I imagine you reading this now
with an expression of quiet trouble
itself troubled by currents of hope,
as if you imagined me here with you,
as if I might be able to see your expression,
and at least answer it with mine.

”

- J. Allyn Rosser (via thepotwatcher)

"Love in the Country We live like this: no one but some of the owls awake, and of them only near..."

Mon, 13 Aug 2012 23:15:12 -0400

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Love in the Country

We live like this: no one but
some of the owls awake, and of them
only near ones really awake.

In the rain yesterday, puddles
on the walk to the barn sounded their
quick little drinks.

The edge of the haymow, all
soaked in moonlight,
dreams out there like silver music.

Are there farms like this where
no one likes to live?
And the sky going everywhere?

While the earth breaks the soft horizon
eastward, we study how to deserve
what has already been given us.

”

- William Stafford (via thepotwatcher)

"There are only so many times that you can utter ‘It does not hurt’ before it begins to hurt even..."

Sun, 12 Aug 2012 17:58:44 -0400

“There are only so many times that you can utter ‘It does not hurt’ before it begins to hurt even more than the hurt. You become enlightened of the feeling of feeling hurt, which is worse, I am certain, than the existent hurt.”

- Everything is Illuminated (Jonathan Safran Foer)

Self-portrait with garlic

Wed, 18 Jul 2012 14:20:17 -0400

Self-portrait with garlic

“The unknown is an abstraction; the known, a desert; but what is half-known, half-seen, is the...

Sat, 18 Feb 2012 00:13:47 -0500

“The unknown is an abstraction; the known, a desert; but what is half-known, half-seen, is the perfect breeding ground for desire and hallucination.”

—Juan Jose Saer, The Witness

fernsandmoss: “Contemplating the lace-like fabric of streams outspread over the mountains, we are...

Fri, 03 Feb 2012 20:56:43 -0500

fernsandmoss:

“Contemplating the lace-like fabric of streams outspread over the mountains, we are reminded that everything is flowing - going somewhere, animals and so-called lifeless rocks as well as water. Thus the snow flows fast or slow in grand beauty-making glaciers and avalanches; the air in majestic floods carrying minerals, plant leaves, seeds, spores, with streams of music and fragrance; water streams carrying rocks both in solution and in the form of mud particles, sand, pebbles, and boulders. Rocks flow from volcanoes like water from springs, and animals flock together and flow in currents modified by stepping, leaping, gliding, flying, swimming, etc. While the stars go streaming through space pulsed on and on forever like blood globules in Nature’s warm heart.”

—

John Muir, My First Summer in the Sierra

"no moon, sun, diamond, hands — fingertip, dot, ray, gauze, sea. pine green, pink glass, eye, mine,..."

Fri, 03 Feb 2012 20:48:28 -0500

“no moon, sun, diamond, hands —
fingertip, dot, ray, gauze, sea.
pine green, pink glass, eye,
mine, eraser, mud, mother, I am coming.”

- excerpt from Frida Kahlo’s diary (via fernsandmoss)

two little deer in my field

Fri, 06 Jan 2012 18:14:14 -0500

two little deer in my field

Photo

Wed, 28 Dec 2011 23:17:43 -0500

luna daisy

Sun, 20 Nov 2011 22:44:19 -0500

luna daisy

Actias luna, 2009http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Actias_luna

Sat, 05 Nov 2011 00:43:10 -0400

Actias luna, 2009
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Actias_luna

Bethany Bond, Galaxy, 2008

Tue, 01 Nov 2011 12:53:49 -0400

Bethany Bond, Galaxy, 2008

thoreau

Tue, 01 Nov 2011 10:08:26 -0400

thoreau