onceuponawildflower:

Chrysanthemums by Megan Luckeroth on Flickr.

"Not religious but my friend Matt posted this today and I wanted to share:
Today is Holy Saturday (sometimes called Black Saturday). This is when the Christian tradition reflects on the aimlessness, fear, mourning, confusion and broken faith that Jesus’ disciples must have experienced when, on Friday, they watched their God/teacher/friend be murdered without a clue as to what would happen next. Sunday had not yet come. The tomb was most assuredly not empty. Had they been lied to? Were they stupid? Would they pay for their allegiance? Where was God, now? Was he ever real? How could something so evil happen to someone so good? We-all of humanity-constantly revisit our own Saturdays.
If you are a Christian of any denomination, you probably know in your heart and believe in your mind that Sunday is coming…that Christ will rise and Alleluias will pour forth. Put that aside, even for a bit of time, today. Choose to identify with our brothers and sisters, both inside and outside the Church, whose lives are suspended in a perpetual Holy Saturday. Whatever they have believed to be true no longer is. Whatever comfort or identity they have had, it is gone. Whomever had been the object of their deepest affection has been taken from them. The redemption they had tasted has been stolen and replaced with bitterness and shock. Things are not hopeful. For them, Sunday means nothing. Everything is Saturday.

This is as much a part of the story of Christ’s redemption as is the Crucifixion or Resurrection. We celebrate a God-man who chose to abandon status and comfort and experience this life alongside us. As Jesus chose to identify with us in our deepest fear and despair, entities that bore their most potent fruit on that Saturday, may we choose to do the same with our world. No sugarcoating, no “Sunday is coming!”….share in their questioning of where God is, or if the reality of God is even a possibility. Earn the right to share Sunday with others by being with them on Saturday. Because maybe YOU are going to bring Sunday to them. All things new. Brokenness to healing. Despair to exuberant joy. Saturday to Sunday.” ~ Lisa Ling

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rad-moon:

lifeunderthewaves:

Luna by herebirdiebirdie on Flickr.
Via Flickr: Luna, our new Six Line Wrasse


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rad-moon:

lifeunderthewaves:

Luna by herebirdiebirdie on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
Luna, our new Six Line Wrasse

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houseofalexzander:

^^ Wisdom.

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lyshaeskro:

kvtes:

pennyandsparrow:

Rattle

Struggle Pretty

April 22 2014

my heart beats quicker with this.

especially that first line.

In love.

note to self:

You can do this. Focus. Show up for yourself. Do things you don’t want to do that will pay off in the long run. Do not be afraid to travel. Do not be afraid to come off as a bitch sometimes. You have to be adamant in pursuing what you truly want. Get after it and get after it and get after it some more. Don’t give up anymore. Pull people up with you or let them go. Meet those who have risen up. Do not dim your light to connect with those living in the dark. Shine unapologetically in the ways that you need to.

love,
~tvf

omg

omg

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midnight-skys-and-lullabies:

yancybeckett:

was this show even real

It was everything and more.

(via dismantlemydisguise)

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 dreams, 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 center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled 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, or to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you’re 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.
I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see the beauty even when it’s not pretty every day, and if you source your life from its sliver of a 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 for the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you are, how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the center 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 fails 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.

~Oriah Mountain Dreamer~

florels:

the diversity of colours is amazing oh my

florels:

the diversity of colours is amazing oh my

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