for dorothy

It is almost October, the month you, Dorothy, ended your life.

“I woke up early, before the dew set, to pick yellow roses to make rose water. Because this has been the wettest Spring on record, there is a ridiculous amount of roses. I mean hundreds of roses filling the air with a slight sweet lemony scent.” - Dorothy

newyorker:

Carolyn Kormann reflects on the diverse crowd at the People’s Climate March:

"The climate-change movement is still mostly made up of white people and still falls short of adequately representing the multinational effects of climate change, but on Sunday, organizers were going for a broader coalition—and they got it."

Photograph by Jonno Rattman

newyorker:

Carolyn Kormann reflects on the diverse crowd at the People’s Climate March:

"The climate-change movement is still mostly made up of white people and still falls short of adequately representing the multinational effects of climate change, but on Sunday, organizers were going for a broader coalition—and they got it."

Photograph by Jonno Rattman

projectwosho:

This gorgeous glass domed house was designed almost 40 years ago! Thank you Mickey Muennig! 

projectwosho:

This gorgeous glass domed house was designed almost 40 years ago! Thank you Mickey Muennig! 

ijustmightt:

i would love to wake up to the sound of the ocean, the smell of a salty breeze; wrapped in comfy blankets next to a man with an adventurous heart.

ijustmightt:

i would love to wake up to the sound of the ocean, the smell of a salty breeze; wrapped in comfy blankets next to a man with an adventurous heart.

“Now I see the secret of making the best person: it is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.”

– Walt Whitman

goals for raising my boys

(via awelltraveledwoman)

ruthhopkins:

Navajo (Diné) mother tying her daughter’s hair using brush. Undated (1920s?). Source - University of Wyoming, American Heritage Center.

ruthhopkins:

Navajo (Diné) mother tying her daughter’s hair using brush. Undated (1920s?). Source - University of Wyoming, American Heritage Center.

Henry Miller:

“Life, as we all know, is conflict, and man, being part of life, is himself an expression of conflict. If he recognizes the fact and accepts it, he is apt, despite the conflict, to know peace and to enjoy it. But to arrive at this end, which is only a beginning (for we haven’t begun to live yet!), a man has got to learn the doctrine of acceptance, that is, of unconditional surrender, which is love.”

Little cabin love.

Little cabin love.

crashinglybeautiful:

Natalie Yang. With thanks to nevver.

You’ve been living for this for weeks
without knowing it:

the moment the house empties like a city in August
so completely
it forgets you exist.

Light withdraws slowly
is almost gone before you notice.

In the stillness, everything becomes itself:
the circle of white plates on the kitchen table
the serious chairs that attend them

even the roses on the papered walls
seem to open a little wider.

It looks simple: the glass vase holding
whatever is offered—
cut flowers, or the thought of them—

simple, though not easy
this waiting without hunger in the near dark
for what you may be about to receive.

Esther Morgan, “Grace,” from Grace (Bloodaxe Books, 2011)

plasmatics-life:

Immersion sous une arche by Eric Volto | (Website)

plasmatics-life:

Immersion sous une arche by Eric Volto | (Website)

Navajo Blessing

Walking In Beauty

Today I will walk out, today everything unnecessary will leave me,
I will be as I was before, I will have a cool breeze over my body.
I will have a light body, I will be happy forever,
nothing will hinder me.
I walk with beauty before me. I walk with beauty behind me.
I walk with beauty below me. I walk with beauty above me.
I walk with beauty around me. My words will be beautiful.

In beauty all day long may I walk.
Through the returning seasons, may I walk.
On the trail marked with pollen may I walk.
With dew about my feet, may I walk.

With beauty before me may I walk.
With beauty behind me may I walk.
With beauty below me may I walk.
With beauty above me may I walk.
With beauty all around me may I walk.

In old age wandering on a trail of beauty, lively, may I walk.
In old age wandering on a trail of beauty, living again, may I walk.
My words will be beautiful.