Saturday, October 13, 2012
Friday, October 5, 2012
Abandoned Stable
I cannot stop thinking of how incredibly perfect this abandoned stable turned beautiful estate is.
not to mention, it is run off the sun and naturally flowing streams.
beautiful, and badass.
via (honestlywtf)
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Monday, August 27, 2012
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
when your days are just so absolutely beyond insane
and you're not sure how you'll make it past 11 am
then you end up with a toy bus caught in your hair
this is the tipping point into delirium
you just sit and laugh until you cry
and then realize it will be ok
already looking forward to a glass of wine, and some tunes such as this for the evening
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
live your way into the answer
"I beg you to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don't search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer."
- Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters To A Young Poet
this is so beyond relevant to my life as of lately. via Pennyweight
[photograph is my own, taken in asilah morocco]
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
9 year ritual
spent a little time at the peggy notebaert nature museum today
these photographs by Fern Shaffer and Othello Anderson are just so beautiful
"we are part of the earth and the earth is part of us"
Saturday, July 21, 2012
hay riad
Labels:
b.m.w.,
cooking,
faith,
film,
food,
holga,
inga copeland,
morocco,
photography,
rabat,
tagine
Friday, July 20, 2012
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Supercell
Absolutely in love with the Epic Storm series of photographs in National Geographic by Mitch Dobrowner.
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Saturday, June 30, 2012
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Thursday, June 21, 2012
but still, like dust, ill rise
Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
-Maya Angelou
Hila has reminded me of what a lovely poem this really is.
This evening I think I will be revisiting a favorite book on my shelf, Wouldn't Take Nothing for My Journey Now.
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
-Maya Angelou
Hila has reminded me of what a lovely poem this really is.
This evening I think I will be revisiting a favorite book on my shelf, Wouldn't Take Nothing for My Journey Now.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
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