ink & life

"As long as you have certain desires about how it ought to be you can’t see how it is."

Sat, 30 Mar 2013 07:07:25 -0400

“As long as you have certain desires about how it ought to be you can’t see how it is.”

- Ram Dass (via quotefullness)

typeehypee: Eff this.

Tue, 26 Mar 2013 05:29:42 -0400

typeehypee:

Eff this.

"Life without solitude is a deafening din. Solitude punctuates our life, making it more musical,..."

Fri, 01 Mar 2013 05:45:56 -0500

“Life without solitude is a deafening din. Solitude punctuates our life, making it more musical, restores us to ourselves.”

- Dumitru Tsepeneag (via whimsicalele)

"How courageous it is to say: “I feel empty, I feel deficient, and I won’t attempt to fill it. I want..."

Tue, 12 Feb 2013 05:32:36 -0500

“How courageous it is to say: “I feel empty, I feel deficient, and I won’t attempt to fill it. I want to see the truth. I want to experience the reality of me. I refuse to manipulate. I want to wake up regardless of how painful it is.” Only the hero will take this attitude, for it is a heroic act to see your deficiency, your neediness, your emptiness, and yet not try to manipulate your life to fill it. We are so compulsive, so driven to manipulate, to avoid feeling this basic deficiency of our personal ego. But believe me, my friend, there’s no other way towards fullness. God will not pour His grace if you don’t accept your deficiency and stop manipulating. Manipulation, striving to fill this emptiness, is only the devil doing its efficient work. It is constantly working to hide its weakness.”

- A.H. Almaas (via ashramof1)

This picture sums up my life at the moment. Pretty happy!

Sun, 28 Oct 2012 12:45:04 -0400

This picture sums up my life at the moment. Pretty happy!

superawesomeshop: The Instant Comfort Pocket Box, by Kim...

Mon, 22 Oct 2012 17:46:02 -0400

superawesomeshop:

The Instant Comfort Pocket Box, by Kim Wellings in Utrecht, Netherlands.

Holisticurve: Reflexology: Part 1.

Sun, 21 Oct 2012 18:51:53 -0400

Holisticurve: Reflexology: Part 1.:

holisticurve:

Ever since I was a child I have been massaging feet (and shoulders, backs, necks). From practising such massaging methods since my early childhood I know what parts of the feet connect to which parts of the body. It is all intricately linked.

I have always been called “magic hands” or told I have…

: reflexology and my day ~

Sun, 21 Oct 2012 18:46:20 -0400

: reflexology and my day ~:

feelbetter146:

so i had my first session of reflexology today in a spa close to my home. it’s where a therapist massages your feet and finds pressure points.. each part of your foot relates to a different part of your body. it was quite a weird feeling.. sometimes when she was pressing my feet i could feel it in…

The Strong are Saying Nothing

Mon, 01 Oct 2012 04:45:40 -0400

The Strong are Saying Nothing

boniverotica: I am writing Bon Iver a love letter. I’m writing...

Sat, 15 Sep 2012 22:03:59 -0400

boniverotica:

I am writing Bon Iver a love letter. I’m writing to thank him for his many small kindnesses, too many to count or measure. But I try.

Thank you for the tender kisses you apply to my brow when you think I’m asleep.

Thank you for rushing into the house to share the piquant scent of lemon verbena crushed between your finger and thumb.

Thank you for the silent companionship, without any comment at all, when I am thinking of my father on the anniversary of his death.

Thank you for running the bath when I’ve spent the afternoon freezing on the back of a horse in the rain, obstinate in my resolve to complete my exercises.

Thank you for your eternal determination to improve your apple jelly recipe.

Thank you for loving my body, and showing me every day.

Thank you for reading me the funny parts from your books.

Thank you for being so excited to tell me something that you trip over your words and gasp, and behave foolishly, because I love this uninhibited you more than anything.

Thank you for rescuing me from the field when the harrow ran over my leg.

Thank you for allowing me to rescue you from your loneliness. You have enriched my life in ways I could never have expected.

I never knew I could say these things, and I never expected that my heart could contain so much.

When I give Bon Iver the letter, he chuckles. He wraps me in his great strong arms and whispers, ‘Thank you, for giving me a reason.’

boniverotica: Bon Iver and I are lying in bed listening to the...

Wed, 12 Sep 2012 21:28:11 -0400

boniverotica:

Bon Iver and I are lying in bed listening to the rain. ‘Do you think the sun will come out soon?’ I ask, but he knows my question has nothing to do with the weather. He holds me close and strokes my hair. ‘Let’s make love until it does,’ he whispers, and now I hope the rain will last forever.

boniverotica: We talk about marriage sometimes. ‘What do you...

Wed, 29 Aug 2012 21:50:37 -0400

boniverotica:

We talk about marriage sometimes. ‘What do you expect?’ I ask.

Bon Iver considers the question with a thoughtful tilt of the head, as he always does.

‘A quiet, shared existence with a mutual love for ideas, and for the land, and for pleasures of many kinds,’ he says. ‘Tolerance inspired by both logic and love. The enthusiasm to complete projects together. And lovemaking that is joyful.’

My hands are shaking, because I know, as he does, that this little list of thoughts are what define us, and that we wake each day overwhelmed with the understanding that this is it. ‘But can we do this forever?’ I ask. My question wavers, thin with fear and exhilaration.

He compresses my hands in his. They also shake.

‘We’ve already done it forever,’ he says. ‘I can’t remember a time before you.’

boniverotica: On Sunday, we are productive in the morning: we...

Tue, 31 Jul 2012 21:30:04 -0400

boniverotica:

On Sunday, we are productive in the morning: we busily tend to the goats and garden. In the afternoon, we slow down like lizards on a sunny rock. We push the daybed to the center of the yard beneath our old sugar hawthorn and lie around drinking gin and rosewater lemonade, reading poems and playing checkers. The cats discover us and leap up onto the daybed, settling into crevices between our knees.

Bon Iver rolls over and looks at me. He has a leaf in his hair, and his eyes are so full of sleepy love that I feel as though my heart might break.

A hard days work around the farm and an afternoon leap into the river. Much the same as this. Such an instinctual yearning in me.

boniverotica: ‘It’s your day!’ he says. ‘What?’ I ask.‘It’s...

Tue, 31 Jul 2012 21:27:19 -0400

boniverotica:

‘It’s your day!’ he says. ‘What?’ I ask.

‘It’s your day!’ he repeats, flinging his arms in the air.

This is what it means, I suppose: I get crumbled oatmeal cookies with milk poured straight from the milking bucket for breakfast. Lunch is chicken and cake and kissing in a pedicab. He brushes my hair and weaves a circlet of blue bachelor’s buttons. ‘It’s your day!’ he repeats, as I lean back in the canoe until all I can see is the sky, so infinite my eyes are unable to focus.

‘What about tomorrow?’ I ask at dusk, as we clink bourbon glasses and insects whiz around us. He thinks.

‘Tomorrow’s your day too,’ he says after a time.

Why not.

boniverotica: Bon Iver positions himself on a flat rock with...

Tue, 31 Jul 2012 21:23:42 -0400

boniverotica:

Bon Iver positions himself on a flat rock with his watercolor box and begins to paint what he sees up close: short-stemmed wildflowers in pairs, the breeze shivering them into a corybantic dance. A plant that resembles a small furry cabbage with leaves as soft as a foal’s ear. A decadent little beetle whose shell is a dust-covered jewel.

‘Why don’t you paint the mountains, Bon Iver?’ I ask, indicating the sweeping vista that dominates my view. It is so vast it leaves me breathless.

He glances up briefly, but then he shakes his head. ‘I can’t touch the mountains.’ He fingers a delicate fern with the same affection I’ve seen him give to a kitten. ‘I’m a man of the soil.’

And I wonder at his ability to stay grounded, when my heart is so occupied with the desire to fly.

An earth and air dance.

Treat your ears right. Listen to this track.

Mon, 23 Jul 2012 01:13:36 -0400

Treat your ears right. Listen to this track.

bookspaperscissors: Knit accessories by NeekaKnits “I love all...

Mon, 16 Jul 2012 21:41:49 -0400

bookspaperscissors:

Knit accessories by NeekaKnits “I love all things crafty and handmade, but I have a serious bias when it comes to the knitted. There’s just something so special and comforting about a knitted gift…cozy, practical, and I can’t help but feel like there’s a little bit of love in every stitch. As a knitter, I love the heritage evoked by a good cable or lace pattern. However, as a maker, my passion is taking classic knitting techniques and adding a quirky, colorful twist. I strive to create hip, modern, and wearable knits.”

Oh yes, now this I could wear while holding my baby and not harming her with my jewellry!

boniverotica: I wake to the memory of the previous night’s...

Wed, 27 Jun 2012 22:47:26 -0400

boniverotica:

I wake to the memory of the previous night’s lovemaking, and I lie there, thinking of the stories his hands told me and the questions mine asked, and the narrative we wove together. And I shiver, and I can’t wait any longer, so I wake him.

boniverotica: If either of us has been silent for a spell, the...

Wed, 16 May 2012 05:16:59 -0400

boniverotica:

If either of us has been silent for a spell, the other will ask, ‘What are you thinking?’ Today Bon Iver responded, ‘I was thinking of all the questions I have about the world. All the beautiful, unanswerable questions.’

bookspaperscissors: Fabian Perez

Wed, 16 May 2012 05:10:13 -0400

bookspaperscissors:

Fabian Perez