Monthly Archives: April 2015
Collide
Originally posted on In Repair:
You are not what you have done. Nor are you the result of what’s been done to you. You are an angel. You are not the beer bottles lined up against the wall from the…
Do yourself a favour and watch “Symphony of the Soil”
Soil: “The living skin of Earth”….a great documentary about the under-celebrated, under-appreciated soil right below our feet. Seventy to eighty percent of soil’s micro-organisms have yet to be identified! We have much to learn about how Earth gives us life
Do yourself a favour and watch “Symphony of the Soil”
Soil: “The living skin of Earth”….a great documentary about the under-celebrated, under-appreciated soil right below our feet. Seventy to eighty percent of soil’s micro-organisms have yet to be identified! We have much to learn about how Earth gives us life
A kind of love
This is unconditional love We create. Pushing past possession, Learning past limitation. We are together yet separate. Part of each other, yet our own. You teach me, love.
A kind of love
This is unconditional love We create. Pushing past possession, Learning past limitation. We are together yet separate. Part of each other, yet our own. You teach me, love.
Some random thoughts on the power of your mind
I was meditating when three sentences came to me: “Figure out how how difficult it is. Don’t make it more difficult than it is. Tackle the difficulty.” Eureka, I thought. The simplest concepts can elude us when we let our
Some random thoughts on the power of your mind
I was meditating when three sentences came to me: “Figure out how how difficult it is. Don’t make it more difficult than it is. Tackle the difficulty.” Eureka, I thought. The simplest concepts can elude us when we let our
From myself at some point past
The more I wait, the more it weighs on me. The more I write, the less fake it feels. The more I smile, the better my day gets. The more I dream, the more my dreams come true. The more I trust,
From myself at some point past
The more I wait, the more it weighs on me. The more I write, the less fake it feels. The more I smile, the better my day gets. The more I dream, the more my dreams come true. The more I trust,
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