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marklow:

Bob Dylan, “Mississippi,” (Time Out of Mind outtake) from Tell Tale Signs [2008]

Very little grows on jagged rock.
Be ground. Be crumbled.
So wild flowers will come up
Where you are.

You have been stony for too many years.
Try something different. Surrender.

Jelauddin Rumi

the grasshopper and the ant

“ Because the world is too small in the context of the universe and we are so self-contained that you can’t jump here without making a noise there.
If we continue in our quest for power and comforts and we keep constantly agreeing to that, we will be unrepentant, we will be unknowing, we will be ignorant to our own vulnerability.
Dorian Paskowitz quoted in the documentary about his family, “Surfwise”
Everyone’s like “I can’t wait for fall, autumn is awesome” and we’re like “Indian summer forever…shoes are for suckers!”

Everyone’s like “I can’t wait for fall, autumn is awesome” and we’re like “Indian summer forever…shoes are for suckers!”

Kiss a fish for luck.

Kiss a fish for luck.

ellevangogh:

Aretha Franklin - I Never Loved A Man (The Way I Love You) 

Two months ago I bought a pack of A&W bubblegum from a small country store in a small country town and it’s my new favorite thing revisited. How big of a bubble can I blow? Why isn’t there a contest based on age for bubblegum blowing? I think I’d win. I could commit to this kind of goal. What is the name of the girl in willy wonka who chews gum? How many pieces can I chew at once?  How long can I chew the same piece of gum? What’s the longest you’ve chewed a piece of gum? What is it that makes me throw away a piece of gum? And then the traffic light turns green.

Two months ago I bought a pack of A&W bubblegum from a small country store in a small country town and it’s my new favorite thing revisited. How big of a bubble can I blow? Why isn’t there a contest based on age for bubblegum blowing? I think I’d win. I could commit to this kind of goal. What is the name of the girl in willy wonka who chews gum? How many pieces can I chew at once? How long can I chew the same piece of gum? What’s the longest you’ve chewed a piece of gum? What is it that makes me throw away a piece of gum? And then the traffic light turns green.

“ We have two lives…the life we learn with and the life we live with after that. Suffering is what brings us towards happiness…it teaches us to want the right things
Bernard Malamud, The Natural: A Novel

Let Me Go - Haim (Daytrotter Session 2012)

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“The American Standard translation orders men to triumph over sin, and you can call sin ignorance. The King James translation makes a promise in ‘Thou shalt,’ meaning that men will surely triumph over sin. But the Hebrew word, the word timshel — ‘Thou mayest’ — that gives a choice. It might be the most important word in the world. That says the way is open. That throws it right back on a man. For if ‘Thou mayest’ — it is also true that ‘Thou mayest not.’ …

“Now, there are millions in their sects and churches who feel the order, ‘Do thou,’ and throw their weight into obedience. And there are millions more who feel predestination in ‘Thou shalt.’ Nothing they may do can interfere with what will be. But ‘Thou mayest’! Why, that makes a man great, that gives him stature with the gods, for in his weakness and his filth and his murder of his brother he has still the great choice. He can choose his course and fight it through and win.”

From John Steinbeck’s East of Eden, one of a few books I never tire of reading

He asked me if I like to ride bikes. I don’t like bikes. I like the way a bike ride on a long flat farmland road feels free when time is lost to the wind and there’s nowhere to go but fast. We were in a canoe on a river under the midday sun. I watched a bead of sweat fall from underneath my knee, down my calf and around the curve of my ankle. There was a tiny minnow lying, dying next to my foot. I looked up at his face. He blinked. I hadn’t answered a question that I shouldn’t have needed to think about. He blinked again. I told him that I owned a bike. I smiled with my lips closed. He nodded and began the story he’d been waiting to tell. I looked down at the dead minnow and as I listened to his voice I wondered how I could’ve been so careless to have let him slip through my fingers.