Ulrica Hume

it is a joyous occasion to want to be delivered from the pain and into the beautiful realms, which are shared like golden berries that tinkle on a marble floor, like some past moment forgotten until now. this is your fortune, this strange song. reality is malleable. this is your love.

A woman with a crow perched on her head balances on a small square platform in a yoga posture Image, Pinterest (sadly no artist name listed or given)

Wishing you a happy Wednesday Yoga Spirit
Stay healthy & strong. Don't forget to take stretch breaks. And breathe.
#yogamind #stretch
Keep the spirit. Practice simply.

born to love quick return to salute all the lovers and not the fighters x

no one sees or feels what you do, no one else but you... and I think that's the saddest and most beautiful thing about being human

A white crescent moon against a blue sky. 📷 Dreamcatcher

Sometimes she gently whispers...

“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”

― Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland / Through the Looking-Glass

But we're all walking in the night, now, on ground we don't know. When the day comes we may know where we are, or we may not.

Minuma River in Omiya (1930) by Kawase Hasui

'Morning of the Roses. The Waiting,' by Giovanni Giani, 1906

A snow-covered mountain with a goat top and a steep slope with cliffs on one side. The snow almost merges into the white clouds above. The foreground has a dense wall of evergreen trees.

Cairngorms, Scotland

“She is the articulation of forgetting…”

(Gertrude Stein, “Two”)

… and [she] is now part of the drift called “the infinite.”

I cannot tell how Eternity seems.
It sweeps around me like a sea…

— Emily Dickinson (letter, 1882)

“How will we manage to disappear?”

(Blanchot, The Infinite Conversation)

A large white dog stands on snow on pavement in crowd of people seen from dog's lower view of legs and feet

Peace Walk dog
note: Aloka did not walk with Monks yesterday. He rode
in the RV but did attend the meeting inside Capitol with Monks & state legislators

Communing with stillness;
unearthing
the root of sound.

The Angel
—Benjamin Victor

Enduring breath of sky—
a storied beauty
of intimate reflection.

the patience of light
#photography

The Soul unites those two contraries, the body and the spirit, and changes them into one essence

~Paracelsus

Laura Makabresku,
The Beauty of the Soul

a pale barely-coloured raibow over a cold cold sea

I always fear the winter - and then suddenly I love it
🤍 today was one of those days 🤍

Illustration by the author from Algeria and Tunis by Frances E. Nesbitt, London, 1906. #booksky #artsky #travelsky

A single silhouette of a branch on the top of a small branch. 📷 Dreamcatcher

Silhouetted solitary...

𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘀

Things are not as easily understood nor as expressible as people usually would like us to believe. Most happenings are beyond expression; they exist where a word has never intruded.

Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

#rsbk

it is a joyous occasion to want to be delivered from the pain and into the beautiful realms, which are shared like golden berries that tinkle on a marble floor, like some past moment forgotten until now. this is your fortune, this strange song. reality is malleable. this is your love.

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