Waking up to the day is reserved for smoking fine herb and delighting in a delicate cup of tea, and for dancing to The smiths in the arms of your lover to get you in the mood for your daily stretch. Real magic.
Nothing else matters 💚
I wish less people glorified accomplishing things before 30. More exploring. More starting over at 40. More finding your true passion at 50. More moving across the country at 60. People get complacent because they think life has a time limit.
It doesn't.
Celebrate lifelong evolution.
“Hot girl summer” is not here yet. First we’ll have *hobbit girl spring*: we’re eating seed cakes for our third breakfast, making vast quantities of potatoes, weaving garlands of apple blossom, and dozing off on our favourite armchair by the fire.
Make things.
Make things that might embarrass you.
Make things that leave you feeling vulnerable, like you've left a vital part of yourself out on the line to dry.
Make things with the kind of love you can't ever take back.
Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go. - Jamie Anderson
Spiritual intelligence is about maintaining an intricate balance between opposites. Being humble and confident. Being kind and taking no shit. Knowing your worth without looking down on others. Healing yourself without becoming like those who traumatized you.
it can be so simple, if you let it. it can be coffee with a side of watching the sky come alive. it can be painting the front door pink. it can be sunlight in the kitchen and soup on the stove. it can be falling asleep with the windows open, the night air weaving into your dreams