January 2010
23 posts
New Tumblr Blog for New Project →
As I begin working more on my volunteering project, I will post things here about things that are related to everything I am learning from these people and about the culture of aging in America.
writtenonthewind:
Falling Away With You - Muse
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Wild Geese
You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the...
“People who love sausage and people who believe in justice should never watch...”
– Otto Bismark
“Life is truly beautiful. Every little bit of it, drop by drop, fills up the cup...”
The Plate of Life
How is it that when we whittle away the things in our lives that do not matter, we manage to add things to our plates in their place that are equally unnecessary? I just dropped a huge part of my life that was relatively insignificant to me, and instead of reveling in my free time, I have added little nit-pick things to the plate that take up as much time (if not more) as the one big thing that I...
“Earth is the only planet not named after a god.”
– (via fuckyeahtheuniverse)
My biggest fear...
My biggest fear at this point in my life is that my life will turn out like the movie Up, where I make promises to myself and to others, and then somehow, after becoming caught up in work and family and health and money, 65 years will be gone and I will have done nothing meaningful with my life. I fear that, unlike the movie, I will never reach my paradise and I will die with unfulfilled and...
Haiku/Touch - Jim Moore
samflower:
suitecake:
Do not feel lonely. The disappearing world longs for you to touch it.
I might need to put this on my wall. yep.
Robert Frost
samflower:
suitecake:
And were an epitaph to be my story I’d have a short one ready for my own. I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover’s quarrel with the world.
