to be loved for what one is, is the greatest exception. the great majority love in others only what they lend him, their own selves, their version of him.
March 11th, 2010


(photos via visualize / quote by goethe)
I hold this to be the highest task for a bond between two people:
that each protects the solitude of the other.
~rainer maria rilke



(photos via visualize / quote by goethe)
i love those two hour, life-changing naps that slowly remove the foggy spectacles distorting my view, while i drift off to dream of all the magical places my gypsy soul longs to be, while curled up under the many blankets spread across my bed, after spontaneously deciding to lie down for just a few minutes to rest my eyes. when i awake, all is right in the world.
i LOVE those kind of naps.
my sweet and lovely friend, sara mednick, who not only gives the best hugs in the world, but also shares my love for this type of slumber, has written a book about the beautiful effects of sleep called take a nap.

you can visit her website here.

love in the end…you can’t take it with.
we ache to touch intimately what is real,
to find the marriage of meaning and matter in
our lives and in the world.
we ache to feel and express the fire of
being fully alive.
when we cultivate and refuse to separate those
essential expressions of a human soul
~ our spirituality, sexuality, and creativity ~
we feed the fire of our being,
we find that place where
the soul and the sensuous meet,
we unfold.
willing to do our creative work and
refusing to separate it from
our sexuality or our spirituality,
we add a life-sustaining breath to the world.

words by oriah




quote by ruth st. denis
images via weheartit



quote by sri da avabhas
it doesn’t interest me
what you do for a living.
i want to know
what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart’s longing.
it doesn’t interest me
how old you are.
i want to know
if you will risk
looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.
it doesn’t interest me
what planets are
squaring your moon…
i want to know
if you have touched
the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened
by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.
i want to know
if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
i want to know
if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations
of being human.
it doesn’t interest me
if the story you are telling me
is true.
i want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
if you can bear
the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
if you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
i want to know if you can see beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
and if you can source your own life
from its presence.
i want to know
if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“yes.”
it doesn’t interest me
to know where you live
or how much money you have.
i want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
it doesn’t interest me
who you know
or how you came to be here.
i want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.
it doesn’t interest me
where or what or with whom
you have studied.
i want to know
what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
i want to know
if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like
the company you keep
in the empty moments.
by oriah

quote by mother teresa


quote by marcus aurelius
