oldie but a damn goodie… The Invitation It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive. It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human. It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy. I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, ‘Yes.’ It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children. It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back. It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments. by Oriah Mountain Dreamer
Judas Thirty years I’ve wandered lost in madness. Now I stand alone beneath these branches and knot the rope and loosen it and knot again. I tell you you could forgive yourself and start again. You could open. You could find, just once, the way. You can’t betray your one true life forever. And do not be like me, my little children, and stand there at the end, in all your wreckage, and see that what you’ve done is what they’ll tell of, that the fear to live your one life is your one life, and your greatest, your greatest, most mistaken day was your vastest chance, your vastest chance to have it. Fall out of love with your pain. —Joseph Fasano thank you @joseph.fasano
earth witch bathroom selfie.
Starlings in Winter Mary Oliver Chunky and noisy, but with stars in their black feathers, they spring from the telephone wire and instantly they are acrobats in the freezing wind. And now, in the theater of air, they swing over buildings, dipping and rising; they float like one stippled star that opens, becomes for a moment fragmented, then closes again; and you watch and you try but you simply can’t imagine how they do it with no articulated instruction, no pause, only the silent confirmation that they are this notable thing, this wheel of many parts, that can rise and spin over and over again, full of gorgeous life. Ah, world, what lessons you prepare for us, even in the leafless winter, even in the ashy city. I am thinking now of grief, and of getting past it; I feel my boots trying to leave the ground, I feel my heart pumping hard. I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings. (for my jacksonboy) tattoo by the incredible @balducchitattoo ✨🙏🏽 ( i highly recommend—great vibe, light touch, beautiful artist) at @monna.lissa_
Starlings in Winter Mary Oliver Chunky and noisy, but with stars in their black feathers, they spring from the telephone wire and instantly they are acrobats in the freezing wind. And now, in the theater of air, they swing over buildings, dipping and rising; they float like one stippled star that opens, becomes for a moment fragmented, then closes again; and you watch and you try but you simply can’t imagine how they do it with no articulated instruction, no pause, only the silent confirmation that they are this notable thing, this wheel of many parts, that can rise and spin over and over again, full of gorgeous life. Ah, world, what lessons you prepare for us, even in the leafless winter, even in the ashy city. I am thinking now of grief, and of getting past it; I feel my boots trying to leave the ground, I feel my heart pumping hard. I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings. (for my jacksonboy) tattoo by the incredible @balducchitattoo ✨🙏🏽 ( i highly recommend—great vibe, light touch, beautiful artist) at @monna.lissa_
Starlings in Winter Mary Oliver Chunky and noisy, but with stars in their black feathers, they spring from the telephone wire and instantly they are acrobats in the freezing wind. And now, in the theater of air, they swing over buildings, dipping and rising; they float like one stippled star that opens, becomes for a moment fragmented, then closes again; and you watch and you try but you simply can’t imagine how they do it with no articulated instruction, no pause, only the silent confirmation that they are this notable thing, this wheel of many parts, that can rise and spin over and over again, full of gorgeous life. Ah, world, what lessons you prepare for us, even in the leafless winter, even in the ashy city. I am thinking now of grief, and of getting past it; I feel my boots trying to leave the ground, I feel my heart pumping hard. I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings. (for my jacksonboy) tattoo by the incredible @balducchitattoo ✨🙏🏽 ( i highly recommend—great vibe, light touch, beautiful artist) at @monna.lissa_
#dollyparton has my vote.
I’m so very proud of Diane on this Mother’s Day for working to build a better life for her son Jayce than she had. It was the most magical day joining @asenseofhomeorg along with the Pizza Girl team and friends to make Diane’s house a home. #happymothersday @pizzagirl @christinasmoses @papaomie
this is my first new years without you. and it’s not like i’ve spent them all with you physically. but you’re not here. anymore. physically. though i feel you in every bird song. in the stillness of blue sky and sunshine blazing hot on my skin. because you were such a lizard. soaking in the sun listening to the birds. my buddy. my jackson boy. my love boy. thank you for being the most quirky and nutty, the most challenging, neurotic and anxious the most tender loving gentle hearted boy. for being my dance partner & adventurer thank you for loving me. for letting me love you. for trusting me. thank you for being the reflection i sometimes couldn’t stand. you were/are the greatest gift, my most ever present teacher. and boy, we’ve been through so much together. 12 years of your 14. i miss you. and that you aren’t suffering anymore is relief so for that i’m grateful. but man, two and a half months in and my heart still aches. october 14th to be exact. true, it hasn’t been long but i’m realizing how wildly non linear grief is. thank you for letting me know what you needed, how you needed your last day to be. just you and i. simply being together. people were here (god damn, THANK YOU), you got all the hamburgers & ice cream…but what you wanted most was just us. so we just sat. i sat. you laid as it was the easiest position for you then. i can still feel the love flowing from your heart to mine, mine to yours that day. life seemed to hold its breath yet everything became to utterly present, so full and clear and soft. felt as if the space between us became one inseparably thing. i heard the birds with you as you, the blue sky and breeze through you. we’d slip into this space together throughout the day. it felt so good. i’ve never had that with another being before, not in such simplicity such purity. witnessing you take your last breath was excruciating. and it was profoundly beautiful. what an honor to be in the presence of death (in such a way as we were fortunate to have) with someone you love so deeply. to watch death mother take you away was a gift and a heartbreak i will always cherish and grieve forever. i will cherish you forever my jackson boy. ♥️
To the War Makers How do you sleep? Do you hold yourself in your own arms and say you are the world? Do you count children falling as others count sheep leaping? Do you roll in the dark to hold someone who isn’t there? What about the names of the dead? Do you fear that sound is a boot sole on your door? Do you hear thunder and think of fire? Do you hear the moon running out like a mother’s milk in the streets? Or is it only the moon to you? Does the birdsong in the morning hurt you, even a little? Does love? Does wonder? Do you remember yourself as a child crouching in the dark? Do you remember? Do you wake in the morning and cradle your children and say home, home sweet home? Do you wake? Do you look into their faces? Do you wake? Do you say their names? – @joseph.fasano
paris je t’aime.
paris je t’aime.
i love our earth. our home. it’s a profound honor and gift to live here. to be alive. here. what a gift it is to care, for our earth. for the beings on this earth—human and otherwise—all species. we are interconnected, interdependent. we need each other.
thank you @sagaftra negotiating committee for your unwavering commitment to making sure we get to do what we love while protected and earning a fair wage. thank you everyone who stood on the frontlines and supported us. ❤️🔥 #sagaftrastrong
practice of enchantment. #meridamexico
thank you my beautiful friends for the sweetest losar celebration…happy new year. tashi delek!✨✨
my dear soul sister @sarah_carter_oxox brilliant actress and filmmaker wrote and directed her first feature, In Her Name. the film, as well as Sarah and the cast has won awards at many film festivals worldwide. it’s a BEAUTIFUL film. IN HER NAME will be released TONIGHT on the Tribeca Channel, Apple TV, and Roku!!! annnd—-The screening will open with a NEW behind the scenes documentary: The Making of In Her Name: Three Women, Two Stories, One Vision. This is a special edition requested by Tribeca Channel that will also be available to stream on the Tribeca Channel, Apple TV, and Roku!!! 💫 i couldn’t be more proud of and inspired by her and her incredible team @cheshiremoonproductions. when you stay true to creating art for arts sake, for connection, communion, and because being able to express and tell stories is an honor and gift we mustn’t take for granted…you get beautiful works of art such as this film. please check it out! #inhername #filmmaker #womeninfilm #femalefilmmaker #art
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