No Great Illusion

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Mon, 20 May 2013 20:49:38 -0400

Woke up to find this guy hanging on the porch.

Mon, 20 May 2013 09:50:40 -0400

Woke up to find this guy hanging on the porch.

#st.martin

Mon, 20 May 2013 09:50:23 -0400

#st.martin

Pool, palms, mountain.

Mon, 20 May 2013 09:50:03 -0400

Pool, palms, mountain.

Pool at night.

Mon, 20 May 2013 09:49:52 -0400

Pool at night.

Morning view from the balcony.

Mon, 20 May 2013 09:49:41 -0400

Morning view from the balcony.

Our balcony.

Mon, 20 May 2013 09:49:29 -0400

Our balcony.

Headed to beautiful St. Martin! See you all in a week!

Fri, 17 May 2013 20:41:29 -0400

Headed to beautiful St. Martin! See you all in a week!

"But you can have the fig tree and its fat leaves like clown hands gloved with green. You can have..."

Fri, 17 May 2013 15:16:45 -0400

“But you can have the fig tree and its fat leaves like clown hands
gloved with green. You can have the touch of a single eleven-year-old finger
on your cheek, waking you at one a.m. to say the hamster is back.
You can have the purr of the cat and the soulful look
of the black dog, the look that says, If I could I would bite
every sorrow until it fled, and when it is August,
you can have it August and abundantly so. You can have love,
though often it will be mysterious, like the white foam
that bubbles up at the top of the bean pot over the red kidneys
until you realize foam’s twin is blood.
You can have the skin at the center between a man’s legs,
so solid, so doll-like. You can have the life of the mind,
glowing occasionally in priestly vestments, never admitting pettiness,
never stooping to bribe the sullen guard who’ll tell you
all roads narrow at the border.
You can speak a foreign language, sometimes,
and it can mean something. You can visit the marker on the grave
where your father wept openly. You can’t bring back the dead,
but you can have the words forgive and forget hold hands
as if they meant to spend a lifetime together. And you can be grateful
for makeup, the way it kisses your face, half spice, half amnesia, grateful
for Mozart, his many notes racing one another towards joy, for towels
sucking up the drops on your clean skin, and for deeper thirsts,
for passion fruit, for saliva. You can have the dream,
the dream of Egypt, the horses of Egypt and you riding in the hot sand.
You can have your grandfather sitting on the side of your bed,
at least for a while, you can have clouds and letters, the leaping
of distances, and Indian food with yellow sauce like sunrise.
You can’t count on grace to pick you out of a crowd
but here is your friend to teach you how to high jump,
how to throw yourself over the bar, backwards,
until you learn about love, about sweet surrender,
and here are periwinkles, buses that kneel, farms in the mind
as real as Africa. And when adulthood fails you,
you can still summon the memory of the black swan on the pond
of your childhood, the rye bread with peanut butter and bananas
your grandmother gave you while the rest of the family slept.
There is the voice you can still summon at will, like your mother’s,
it will always whisper, you can’t have it all,
but there is this.”

- Barbara Ras, “You Can’t Have It All” (via commovente)

New favorite poem I think.

nevver: Skinny dipping with Caroline Mackintosh

Fri, 17 May 2013 13:49:18 -0400

Caroline Mackintosh

Caroline Mackintosh

Caroline Mackintosh

Caroline Mackintosh

nevver:

Skinny dipping with Caroline Mackintosh

"Stop being tormented by everyone else’s reaction to you."

Fri, 17 May 2013 12:22:16 -0400

“Stop being tormented by everyone else’s reaction to you.”

- Joyce Meyer (via badideasophia)

fromscandinaviawithlove: Photo by Swedish Pia Ulin.

Fri, 17 May 2013 10:54:59 -0400

fromscandinaviawithlove:

Photo by Swedish Pia Ulin.

"A novel worth reading is an education of the heart. It enlarges your sense of human possibility, of..."

Fri, 17 May 2013 09:27:31 -0400

“A novel worth reading is an education of the heart. It enlarges your sense of human possibility, of what human nature is, of what happens in the world. It’s a creator of inwardness.”

- Susan Sontag, from an interview in The Paris Review-The Art of Fiction No. 143 (via lotusohm)

Mary H K Choi âÂ My foreign mom

Thu, 16 May 2013 22:32:57 -0400

Mary H K Choi âÂ My foreign mom:

I love her and itâs a secret. I love her so much it kills me, and you bet Iâd sooner die than tell her

This is a really great, really heartbreaking essay.

"How fragile we are, between the few good moments."

Thu, 16 May 2013 21:05:53 -0400

“How fragile we are, between the few good moments.”

- Jane Hirshfield, “Vinegar and Oil” (via commovente)

pureblyss: sketchmedesire: Ho Hey (The Lumineers Cover) -...

Thu, 16 May 2013 19:38:23 -0400

pureblyss:

sketchmedesire:

Ho Hey (The Lumineers Cover) - Lennon and Maisy

Well this is just amazing.

I love this rendition and I’m not embarrassed to say that Ben and I sometimes sing this to each other some Saturday afternoons while we’re making lunch.

"For a while you are animated by the unreality of it all, by watching the silly sister wives go on..."

Thu, 16 May 2013 18:11:19 -0400

“

For a while you are animated by the unreality of it all, by watching the silly sister wives go on dates that serve as blunt-force metaphors for falling in love—bungee-jumping off buildings and scaling cliffs are favorites of the show’s producers. You get to indulge in a bit of schadenfreude, too, because while you may not be the thinnest or the prettiest, at least you’ve got the good sense not to spill your lovesick guts on national television.

But what makes The Bachelor truly compelling is what happens when the cameras capture the women during their daily cohabitation in a prefab McMansion of broken dreams. Away from the object of their collective affection, lounging in yoga pants and fueled by white wine, the silicone sylphs eviscerate each other.

”

- Clare Malone - How “The Bachelor” Explains the Real World of Women

what-id-wear: (original : Fashion Vibe )

Thu, 16 May 2013 16:43:51 -0400

what-id-wear:

(original : Fashion Vibe )

"Before Sadie came along, smug parents would tell me that you can only really know love when you have..."

Thu, 16 May 2013 15:16:30 -0400

“Before Sadie came along, smug parents would tell me that you can only really know love when you have a child. I interpreted this to mean the love you feel for your child, which I now know is vast and indefinable. But I wonder if they meant it in a greater sense. It is the love we receive that astounds me. You never know how much people care about you until you fall apart a little and everyone picks you up, piece by piece, and puts you back together again.”

- Emily Urquhart, The Meaning of White

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Thu, 16 May 2013 13:49:39 -0400

No Great Illusion

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Woke up to find this guy hanging on the porch.

#st.martin

Pool, palms, mountain.

Pool at night.

Morning view from the balcony.

Our balcony.

Headed to beautiful St. Martin! See you all in a week!

"But you can have the fig tree and its fat leaves like clown hands gloved with green. You can have..."

nevver: Skinny dipping with Caroline Mackintosh

"Stop being tormented by everyone else’s reaction to you."

fromscandinaviawithlove: Photo by Swedish Pia Ulin.

"A novel worth reading is an education of the heart. It enlarges your sense of human possibility, of..."

Mary H K Choi âÂ My foreign mom

"How fragile we are, between the few good moments."

pureblyss: sketchmedesire: Ho Hey (The Lumineers Cover) -...

"For a while you are animated by the unreality of it all, by watching the silly sister wives go on..."

what-id-wear: (original : Fashion Vibe )

"Before Sadie came along, smug parents would tell me that you can only really know love when you have..."

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Mary H K Choi âÂ My foreign mom