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sometimes *tonight* i spend an hour or two watching videos of the flowers on the tops of baobab trees blooming. and then i think about madagascar.

smokey robinson + aretha franklin

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fernsandmoss:

Charles W. Cushman, Princess flower, Tiboucina Semidecandra Cogniaux, from Brazil in Strybing Arboretum, G.G. Park, 1954

She used to stir the air with her tiny frame, she could change the direction of the wind. →

roots and hopes

Robert Bly. Grew up two miles from Grandma. They went to the same grade school. “He was a bit different. His family wasn’t known as country folks.”

Need some warm weather so I can bust out ma new crocheted

you know the moments? the ones you want to hold onto because you want them to be a part of you?

i’ve had several of those lately.

walking around the lake with a dearnew friend on the first sunshine day of the Spring. talking about life and love and laughing while tripping over shoelaces and one-liners from the night before.

retreating to a cabin in the bluffs, on the shore of the river with three of the strongest women you know. and taking all the time in the world to dream and smile. and breath deeply as if for the first time.

entering the 25th year of this life. blowing out the candles, wishing for a long and fulfilling life together. just as she did moons ago.

trying to sketch out the future with your brother. and remember all the while that, in the end, things come into fruition as they should.

sowing seeds lightly in the dark soil. black-eyed susan vines, georgia summer collards and rainbow kale. placing them in the window seal under the twilight.

waking early to let the rays pour through the east facing sunroom. drinking coffee, cowboy black, just like he did. and, taking the moment to be silent in all that is, was and will never be.

and then, most importantly:

giving yourself the grace to respond how you will. to love yourself for all you are, all you are not and all you will never be and all that you will.

Asked at his 80th birthday party (in 1954) about the most important thing he had learned about life, Robert Frost had this to say: “In three words, I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life. It goes on. In all the confusions of today, with all our troubles … with politicians and people slinging the word fear around, all of us become discouraged … tempted to say this is the end, the finish. But life — it goes on. It always has. It always will. Don’t forget that.