Sixtyfive86

Like fruit on a tree, I ripen naturally.

15 Sep

When I finally silenced the chatter of my ever protesting ego, the truth of my complacency and stagnation emerged from beneath the clutter of old excuses. Progression in all areas had been dependent on what I hinged my successes on- acceptance- adherence- approval outside of myself.

It was lost on me that the purpose that lies within me was one that went beyond the mere mechanics and aesthetics of my bodily form, though my life has been a testament in its physical manifestation of the inner discontent and unhappiness that has both fed and imprisoned me. I was living in the abstract of ideas - living with the words but not living them.

When I examine my conditioning, drop the foreign morals, the unattainable ideals that are tethered to impermanent circumstances that lie outside of my being; my steps lose their heaviness, my voice takes on conviction in a softer tone, the touch of my fingertips becomes lighter, defining lines between the rest of humanity and myself blur, and I bloom.

14 Sep A mustached face gazed upon me from the sky this morning

A mustached face gazed upon me from the sky this morning

13 Sep

(Source: embodyilluminati)

12 Sep

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11 Sep

likeafieldmouse:

Yosemite Firefall

"The Yosemite Firefall was a summertime event that began in 1872 and continued for almost a century, in which burning hot embers were spilled from the top of Glacier Point in Yosemite National Park to the valley 3,000 feet below.

It was conducted by the owners of the Glacier Point Hotel. The firefalls ended in January 1968 when the National Park Service ordered it to stop because of the overwhelming number of visitors it attracted, plus the fact that it was not a natural event. The hotel itself was destroyed by fire one year later and was not rebuilt.

The Firefalls were performed at 9pm seven nights a week.”

11 Sep

likeafieldmouse:

Alvaro Tapia Hidalgo

11 Sep
Life is a garden, not a road. We enter and exit through the same gate. Wandering, where we go matters less than what we notice.

Kurt Vonnegut (via likeafieldmouse)

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September 7, 2014

Stop-light sunset.

For those who forgot to look “up” today.