Louis Armstrong plays for his wife, Lucille, in front of the Sphinx and Great pyramids in Giza, Egypt.
(via bythegardenandthesea)
a little goes a long way
(via thedailyballoon)
“Poverty in youth, when it succeeds, is magnificent in that it turns the whole will toward effort and the whole soul toward aspiration. Poverty strips the material life entirely bare, and makes it hideous; from this arise inexpressible yearnings toward the ideal life. The rich young man has a hundred brilliant and coarse amusements, racing, hunting, dogs, cigars, gambling, banqueting, and the rest; busying the lower portions of the soul at the expense of its higher, more delicate ones. The poor young man must work for his bread; he eats; when he has eaten, he has nothing left but reverie. He enters God’s theater free; he sees the sky, space, the stars, the flowers, the children, the humanity in which he suffers, the creation in which he shines. He looks at humanity so much that he sees the soul, he looks at creation so much that he sees God. He dreams, he feels that he is great; he dreams some more, and he feels that he is tender. From the egotism of the suffering man, he passes to the compassion of the contemplating man. A wonderful feeling springs up within him, forgetfulness of self, and pity for all. In thinking of the countless enjoyments nature offers, gives, and gives lavishly to open souls and refuses to closed souls, he, a millionaire of intelligence comes to grieve for the millionaires of money.”
“Everyone sees what you appear to be, few experience what you really are.”
I cannot fathom
how a Creator
so divine
would be
interested
in a soul like mine.
(via herkindoftea)
feeling extra thankful for:
- the women in my life who live out proverbs 31 each and every day.
- the men in my life who treat women with respect and feel a fierce need to protect them.
- being able to just lay in bed with my best friends and not do anything, yet feel totally and completely happy.
- fresh air.
- reading old letters loved ones have sent me.
- tight hugs and cheek kisses from friends.
- running on three hours of sleep after staying up until the early morning hours, talking about hard stuff with good-hearted people.
- strong eye contact and sincere words.
Touristing it out - Jinja.
So Laurie turned 25 :-)
exploring Uganda; at the Black Lantern in Jinja
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“Lose Yourself To Dance” by Daft Punk & Pharrell Williams
OK. Whoever created this understands some of the motivation behind Daft Punk’s new record, which is why it’s such a perfect visual-audio mashup. A part of me feels like Daft Punk would approve of this. It’s so simple, yet on point.
haha,love this.
(Source: leapers, via mimimrembo)
“It is a kind of love, is it not?
How the cup holds the tea,
How the chair stands sturdy and foursquare,
How the floor receives the bottoms of shoes
Or toes. How soles of feet know
Where they’re supposed to be.
I’ve been thinking about the patience
Of ordinary things, how clothes
Wait respectfully in closets
And soap dries quietly in the dish,
And towels drink the wet
From the skin of the back.
And the lovely repetition of stairs.
And what is more generous than a window?”
– Pat Schneider, “The Patience of Ordinary Things” (via ajarfullofdreams)
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(Source: rainy-gifs, via rainydaysandblankets)
“He created all the beauty you see by speaking it into existence in 7 days and then he took 9 months knitting us together. How much more beautiful we are to Him than the earth?”
– my brother. (via resolutewoman)
(via herkindoftea)
How To Ruin Your Life
Stay in one place your whole life. Always order vanilla even though the menu is four pages long. Become the type of person who sends back lattes. Save up your money for a plasma TV instead of a plane ticket. Talk a lot about things you know nothing about. Have an affair with someone you don’t even find attractive.
Refuse to forget your ex. Make it impossible for yourself to do anything without remembering that you used to do it with them. Hug your knees under the sheets and think about how safe you felt when they held you at night. Remind yourself daily of how empty you feel. Find new ways to make yourself sad.
Get drunk all the time. Consider no Saturday night, national holiday or extended happy hour complete without a vodka-induced breakdown. Graduate college but keep drinking like you’re still in it. Notice that cheap beer tastes watery and stale when you drink it alone but drink it anyway. Look at old Facebook photos wasted and wonder where everyone went.
Never drink. Never do anything that could potentially be “bad” for you. Treat your body like the temple it is and say no to carbs, yes to wheatgrass, go to bed at ten sharp and turn down cake on your birthday. Take fifteen different dietary supplements. Monitor carefully. Succumb to nothing. Miss out on everything.
Compare yourself constantly, to everyone. Allow the standards of image-obsessed, age-obsessed culture to make you feel decrepit at 25. Scroll through skinny girls on Tumblr feeling wistful and inadequate. Pull at the skin on your hipbones, stomach, and underarms in the mirror. Sigh a lot. Sigh all the time.
Don’t fall in love with anyone or anything. Put an impenetrable wall between yourself and other people. Add a fire-breathing dragon and eight yards of barbed wire. Be suspicious of everyone’s motives. Hold grudges long after you’ve forgotten what for.
Fall in love with everyone and everything. Run after the next best thing like it’s a bus you’re perpetually late for. Throw your heart into every other stranger’s hands and be genuinely surprised to be hurt. Refuse to learn. Refuse to ever learn.
(Source: milajaroniec, via wheresoulsdance)
