Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014
My heart didn’t break into a thousand pieces after he left. Instead, I realized all the things he didn’t do. He didn’t want to hear my stories. He didn’t ask me questions. He didn’t hug me out of the blue to make me feel good. His hugs were always a preamble to something else, and after he was gone, I wondered if he ever knew me at all.
Diane Les Becquets 

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Sep 16, 2014
Sep 11, 2014

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Sep 8, 2014
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Mary Oliver 

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Sep 8, 2014
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Sep 5, 2014
taylranne:

The most beautiful thing. (at Peters Canyon Trail)

taylranne:

The most beautiful thing. (at Peters Canyon Trail)

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