[Text ID: Keep busy with survival. Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember that nothing stays the same for long, not even pain, psychic pain. Sit it out. Let it all pass.
there is no one coming to save you. there is no future version of yourself that will save you. there is no predestined course correction. all there is are the choices you make right now, and your best guess of how things will go. there is no narrative. no winning. only movement. and your convictions. you have no choice but to act on your convictions, your principles. or else the movement will sweep you up. dont be inert.
mary oliver house of light: “maybe” (via @weltenwellen) \ the makanai: cooking for the maiko house (via @idleminds) \ andrew wyeth spring (1978) \ susan sontag as consciousness is harnessed to flesh: journals and notebooks, 1964-1980: “february 17th, 1970” (via @theoptia)
i come on tumblr and see a line of poetry that throws me into a series of deep meditations and takes me through the 7 stages of grief for the next couple weeks. it’s like dying everyday and being reborn at every corner on here.
