Saturday, February 26, 2011

The Invitation

 The Invitation

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty even when it’s not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

via Tory Williams

altered landscapes...

photographs by John Pfahl found via

Monday, February 21, 2011


"once in the midst of a seemingly endless winter, I discovered within myself an invincible spring"

~Albert Camus
another translation: here

Elena Herzog

Elana Herzog (via) deconstructs and reconstructs found textiles with help from a stapler...

photos: via

spring toast

the videos for Toast each season are always enchanting and leave me longing for thoughtful days, nature, fresh air, and travel....


paintings by Carly Waito

nail ring

i love you dirty van window...

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

finish each day...

"Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense."
 ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

blue in green


words that don't exist in the english dictionary...

- l’esprit d’escalier (French) The feeling you get after leaving a conversation, when you think of all the things you should have said.
- forelsket (Norweigan) The euphoria you experience when you are first falling in love.
- saudade (Portuguese, Galician) The feeling one gets when realizing something one once had is lost and can never be had again.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Friday, February 11, 2011

Wednesday, February 9, 2011


All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, to make it possible."
~T.E. Lawrence

photos via ROYGBIV

thread makers

photos by Channi Anand

Saturday, February 5, 2011

down the rabbit hole

this week marked the Chinese new year,  
happy year of the rabbit, may it take you on a journey like that of Alice!...

windows and reflections

photographs by Adrian Gaut

what we eat

mark bittman on what we eat via TED talks...