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Yo-Yo Ma <3

His thoughts are so beautiful.

The only reason we should look back is to learn, to learn together. Experiences should teach us, not devastate us with guilt, fear, anger or blame for others.

Andreas Toupadakis (via philosophy-quotes)

I connect with this message so much right now. The process of looking back into your past with the intent to actually learn from the messes, the hardships, the wounds, the failures, and all the other things that have become “taboo” in your mind. It is a tremendous feat to pull off because it is so close to who you are, and yet still not completely you. People makes themselves out of their past sometimes, but your history is never who you really are.

I like the words of Toupadakis here because it gives me a hope and a restorative outlook upon history. And that you are not at it alone. You are within community making sense of the past. Together you are preventing the tendency to make it a convict rather than an instructor. We teach one another these things.

I have grown fascinated with the geometric shape of the triangle.

I have grown fascinated with the geometric shape of the triangle.

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Stumbled upon this spectacular image of snowy egrets roosting on the east shore of the Salton Sea today and was reminded of this poem by Mary Oliver:

Egrets
Where the path closed down and over, through the scumbled leaves, fallen branches, through the knotted catbrier, I kept going. Finally I could not save my arms from thorns; soon the mosquitoes smelled me, hot and wounded, and came wheeling and whining. And that’s how I came to the edge of the pond: black and empty except for a spindle of bleached reeds at the far shore which, as I looked, wrinkled suddenly into three egrets – - - a shower of white fire! Even half-asleep they had such faith in the world that had made them – - - tilting through the water, unruffled, sure, by the laws of their faith not logic, they opened their wings softly and stepped over every dark thing.

beingblog:

Stumbled upon this spectacular image of snowy egrets roosting on the east shore of the Salton Sea today and was reminded of this poem by Mary Oliver:

Egrets

Where the path closed
down and over,
through the scumbled leaves,
fallen branches,
through the knotted catbrier,
I kept going. Finally
I could not
save my arms
from thorns; soon
the mosquitoes
smelled me, hot
and wounded, and came
wheeling and whining.
And that’s how I came
to the edge of the pond:
black and empty
except for a spindle
of bleached reeds
at the far shore
which, as I looked,
wrinkled suddenly
into three egrets – - -
a shower
of white fire!
Even half-asleep they had
such faith in the world
that had made them – - -
tilting through the water,
unruffled, sure,
by the laws
of their faith not logic,
they opened their wings
softly and stepped
over every dark thing.

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I like reblogging my friend’s things. He’s really great at photos. Check out his InstaG: [ tyler_shaum ]

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