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artpropelled:

Raku Bowl - White crackle glaze with resist pattern. (by phatcontroller)
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artpropelled:

Raku Bowl - White crackle glaze with resist pattern. (by phatcontroller)

I’ve learned a lot from those who have passed away in the most recent past. From a world-famous celebrity, to a once-close friend. 

It is unfortunate that often it takes a tragedy to bring about a positive change - but I do believe that there is a reason for everything. 

What I’ve come to know is that everyone has something to offer, big or small. Everyone has the opportunity to impact a life, a million lives. The presence that both of these individuals have had in my life has led me to understand how to value my own individual experience with an open mind and heart. How to not take advantage, how to see beauty in all things and people.

From both, I’ve learned the importance of being warm and friendly towards everyone - to give them a chance to shape me and offer my own heart to their growth and understanding. But I’ve also learned how equally important it is to filter that influence - absorbing the good while rejecting the bad. 

Surround yourself with people who make you happy and enhance your greatest qualities. People who create curiosity and encourage growth. Be open to positive change, but don’t ever allow someone to bring you down. 

Thank you, Robin Williams and Zake, for teaching and inspiring me in such different and impactful ways. 
Robin, yours are some of my favorite films of all time, and will continue to inspire me to find humor and happiness everywhere I turn. You’re one of very few celebrities who have had such an overwhelmingly positive presence in my childhood and young-adult life.
Zake, I think of you often and the ways you’ve touched my life and the lives of so many others. I miss you. You continue to be a source of motivation for me to welcome new and different experiences and individuals. 

Sending all my love out into the universe tonight!

"how far have you walked for men who’ve never held your feet in their laps?
how often have you bartered with bone, only to sell yourself short?
why do you find the unavailable so alluring? where did it begin? what went wrong? and who made you feel so worthless?
if they wanted you, wouldn’t they have chosen you?
all this time, you were begging for love silently, thinking they couldn’t hear you, but they smelt it on you,
you must have known that they could taste the desperate on your skin?
and what about the others that would do anything for you, why did you make them love you until you could not stand it?
how are you both of these women, both flighty and needful?
where did you learn this, to want what does not want you?
where did you learn this, to leave those that want to stay?"
warsan shire, “questions for the woman i was last night”  (via seabelle)

The mind is “a microcosm representing various divine powers at work in the universe.” The mandala represents the nature of the Pure Land, Enlightened mind.

"There are no ruins or relics to speak of. No history worth recounting. What was not speaks more eloquently than what was.
Here the redwood made its last stand.
At dawn its majesty is almost painful to behold. That same prehistoric look. The look of always. Nature smiling at herself in the mirror of eternity.
Far below, the seals bask on the warm rocks, squirming like fat brown worms. Above the steady roar of the breakers their hoarse bark can be heard for miles.
Where there once two moons? Why not? There are mountains that have lost their scalps, streams that boil under high snows. Now and then the earth rumbles, to level a city or open a new vein of gold.
At night the boulevard is studded with ruby eyes.
And what is there to match a faun as it leaps the void? Toward eventime, when nothing speaks, when the mysterious hush descends, envelops all, says all.
Hunter, put down your gun! It is not the slain which accuse you, but the silence, the emptiness. You blaspheme.
I see the one who dreamed it all as he rides beneath the stars. Silently as he enters the forest. Each twig, each fallen leaf, a world beyond all knowing. Through the ragged foliage the splintered light scatters gems of fancy; huge heads emerge, the remains of stolen giants.
“My horse! My land! My kingdom!” The babble of idiots.
Moving with the night, horse and rider inhale deep draughts of pine, of camphor, of eucalyptus. Peace spreads its naked wings.
Was it ever meant to be otherwise?
Kindness, goodness, peace and mercy. Neither beginning nor end. The round. The eternal round.
And ever the sea recedes. Moon drag. To the west, new land, new figures of earth. Dreamers, outlaws, forerunners. Advancing toward the other world of long ago and far away, the world of yesterday and tomorrow. The world within the world.
From what realm of light were we shadows who darken the earth spawned?"
Big Sur and the Oranges of Hieronymus Bosch  |  Henry Miller
givemeinternet:

The closer to the end the more satisfying it gets…

givemeinternet:

The closer to the end the more satisfying it gets…

Sequoia Sunset  |  Crescent Moon  |  Summer 2014

Sequoia National Forest  |  Pear Lake  |  California  |  Summer 2014

"He doesn’t know everybody’s always going around all the time with something wrong and believing they’re exerting great willpower and control to keep other people, for whom they think nothings ever wrong, from seeing it. This is the way of people."
The Pale King - David Foster Wallace
likeafieldmouse:

James L. - Lenticular Clouds Over Mt. Rainier (2004)

Missing this mountain right about now.

likeafieldmouse:

James L. - Lenticular Clouds Over Mt. Rainier (2004)

Missing this mountain right about now.

How I’ll be spending my last year in college

How I’ll be spending my last year in college

Ryan McArthur
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Ryan McArthur