love like crazy lyrics
life aint always beautiful by gary allan
quote by rumi/photos of weekend
image via jennifershesaid
Be with those who mix with God
as honey blends with milk, and say,
“Anything that comes and goes,
rises and sets, is not
what I love.”
Else you’ll be like a caravan fire left
to flare itself out alone beside the road.
a very precious (and wild) friend sent this quote to me a few days ago. i’m not sure who wrote it, but i think it speaks a language that so many of us can understand.
(photo via visualize)
after what seemed like an unusually long week, i woke up on friday morning with visions of an indulgent but mellow weekend. my fantasy of relaxing days at the beach with friends and intimate nights on the patio over grilled delicacies soon transformed itself into a 3-day soiree that included too much food, not enough sleep, music to match my mood, a tender-to-the-touch sunburn, hours on the dance floor, and the all-too-predictable-but-lovely fireworks spectacle.
It is difficult to know what to do with so much happiness.
With sadness there is something to rub against,
A wound to tend with lotion and cloth.
When the world falls in around you, you have pieces to pick up,
Something to hold in your hands, like ticket stubs or change.
But happiness floats.
It doesn’t need you to hold it down.
It doesn’t need anything.
Happiness lands on the roof of the next house, singing,
And disappears when it wants to.
You are happy either way.
Even the fact that you once lived in a peaceful tree house
And now live over a quarry of noise and dust
Cannot make you unhappy.
Everything has a life of its own,
It too could wake up filled with possibilities
Of coffee cake and ripe peaches,
And love even the floor which needs to be swept,
The soiled linens and scratched records.
Since there is no place large enough
To contain so much happiness,
You shrug, you raise your hands, and it flows out of you
Into everything you touch. You are not responsible.
You take no credit, as the night sky takes no credit
For the moon, but continues to hold it, and to share it,
And in that way, be known.
by Naomi Shihab Nye
although it was nowhere near blizzard-like conditions, this weekend (especially sunday) was a bit chilly. i could not help but take advantage of the curl-up-under-the-covers-kind-of-weather with a bowl of fresh cherries, a movie marathon and a whole lotta miles.
(words from hope floats)
(image via weheartit)
one of my favorite things about living in california is that i can easily find a farmers market just about every day of the week. i made my way out to little italy on saturday to experience an array of color, aroma, flair, and flavor while getting lost in the quaint crowd.
love has been extremely generous through the years, showering me with her gorgeous gifts and one-of-a-kind treasures. my heart is continuously refilled with gratitude for the people who unexpectedly show up in my life with wise words, priceless moments, effective lessons, constant friendship and delicious adventure. rumi says it best in the guest house (one of my favorite poems), “be grateful for whomever comes, because each one has been sent as a guide from beyond.“ every guest enters our lives to deliver a unique token, for incomprehensible reasons that only time can conclude. we must trust that everyone we choose to let in has something of value to offer and is also in dire need of something from us, which becomes a beautiful dance between two people that lasts a song, two songs, or maybe even a lifetime, until the gifts have been exchanged. it makes no difference how long we dance with the individual who has been serendipitously placed in our world, only how we dance with the living soul: vivaciously, gracefully, honestly, openly, lovingly, attentively.
here are a few words from a song by cheryl wheeler that has always touched my heart, reminding me of a few angelic beings who have generously offered their rare gifts and touched me in ways that no small act can compare.
i must have been gandhi or buddha, or someone like that,
i must have saved lives by the hundreds everywhere i went,
i must have brought rest to the restless, fed the hungry too,
i must have done something great, to get to have you.
i suppose stranger things have come to pass,
many’s the forest i can’t see.
i was so down and lost and fading fast.
how did you find your way to me?
(quote by rumi / photo via visualize)
