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in time of daffodils(who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why,remember how

in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so(forgetting seem)

in times of roses(who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if,remember yes

in time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek(forgetting find)

and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me,remember me

– e.e. cummings

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“Every day we slaughter our finest impulses … stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty. Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths. We all derive from the same source. There is no mystery about the origin of things. We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians; we have only to open up, only to discover what is already there.”

Henry Miller

I am done with great things and big plans, great institutions and big success. I am for those tiny, invisible, loving, human forces that work from individual to individual, creeping through the crannies of the world like so many rootlets, or like the capillary oozing of water, which, if given time, will rend the hardest monuments of pride.

William James


One day a man was walking along the seashore. He noticed that during the night many seashells and starfish had washed upon the beach. Thoroughly enjoying the morning sun and cool sea air, the man walked for miles.

As he strolled along, he noticed a small figure dancing in the distance. It made him chuckle to think of someone celebrating life in such an uninhibited way. As he drew closer, however, it became apparent that the figure was not dancing. Instead, she seemed to be repeatedly performing some ritual.

He drew nearer still and noticed that the small figure was a child. She was methodically picking up starfish and tossing them into the surf. He paused for a moment, puzzled, then asked, “Why are you throwing these starfish?”

“It’s high tide,” she replied, “If I leave them on the beach, the sun will soon dry them and they will die. I am throwing them into the ocean so they can live.” The man considered her actions, impressed with the child’s thoughtfulness. Then he motioned up and down the miles of the beach. “There must be thousands of starfish along here,” he said, “you cannot possibly make a difference.”

The young girl stopped. Her face darkened. She chewed thoughtfully on her lower lip, “You’re probably right,” she said softly. She looked down at the sand. Then she leaned over, carefully picked up another starfish, pulled back and arched it gently into the sea.

With a tone of gentle defiance, she said, “But I made a difference for that one.”

A story originally described by “The Star Thrower” by Loren Eiseley

1. Just do the job right the first time.

2. Preparation is the most important part of any task.

3. Only spend what you make.

4. Never, ever, hesitate to give a compliment.

5. Think about who you are disrespecting by multi-tasking.

6. Read the instructions.

7. Society is actually a good thing.

8. Make lists.

9. Stuff works out: the door will open.

10. Wash your vegetables.

11. Quality over quantity, every time.

12. Love relentlessly.

13. Don’t look out, look in.

14. Morning pages are the solution to any on-going problem.

15. Never lose a holy curiousity. Start at the public library. 🙂

1. Have 20 amazing sustainable cards

2. Bake my own vegan bread

3. Have a photo studio in my room

4. Make vegan tempura vegetables

5. Get tan

6. Perfect a vegan ceasar dressing

7. Go on a wild hike and make a killer wild flower bouquet

8. Save for a large format camera

9. Have the photo retouching website up

10. Decide the  if/when/where/how in the next step of school

“If you propose to speak, always ask yourself, is it true, is it necessary, is it kind.”

Buddha

If you judge people, you have no time to love them.

Mother Teresa

Even after all this time the Sun never says to the Earth, ‘You owe me.’
Look what happens with a love like that… it lights up the whole sky.

-Hafix, a persian poet of 1300

I’ve skipped on concrete
Danced on cobbles
Stepped on pavement in the heat
I’ve seen where children crouched at marbles
Made chalk circles in the street
Found a penny at my feet

Now I know a road that winds forever
Through the land the rainbows run
You cross the bridge from now till never
Take the first turn past the sun
Take the first turn beyond the sun

I was born to take the highway
I was born to chase a dream
Any road at all is my way
Any place is where I’ve been
Anything is what I’ve seen

Joni Mitchell, Take the Highway

Today I live in the joyous expectation of good.

"You want to exercise your will, bend the language your way, bend the world your way. You want to control the flow of impulses, images, words, faces, ideas. But there's a higher place, a secret aspiration. You want to let go. You want to lose yourself in language, become a carrier or messenger. The best moments involve a loss of control. It's a kind of rapture, and it can happen with words and phrases fairly often-completely surprising combinations that make a higher kind of sense, that come to you out of nowhere." Don Delillo, in an interview