You. Me. Some. One. Now.

“Right now there are Tibetan Buddhist monks in a temple in the Himalayas endlessly reciting mantras for the cessation of your suffering and for the flourishing of your happiness.

Someone is writing a book that you will read in the next two years that will change how you look at life.

Nuns in the Alps are in endless vigil, praying for the Holy Spirit to alight the hearts of all of God’s children.

A farmer is looking at his crops and whispering, “nourish them.”

Someone is willing to lend you money, wants to know what your favorite food is, and treat you to a movie. Someone in your orbit has something immensely valuable to give you — for free.

Something is being invented this year that will change how your generation lives, communicates, heals and passes on.

The next great song is being rehearsed.

Thousands of people are in yoga classes right now are intentionally sending light out from their heart chakras and wrapping it around the earth.

Millions of children are assuming that everything is amazing and will always be that way.

Someone is in profound pain, and a few months from now, they’ll be thriving like never before. They just can’t see it from where they’re at.

Someone has recently cracked open their joyous, genuine nature because they did the hard work of hauling years of oppression off of their psyche — this luminous juju is floating in the ether, and is accessible to you.

Someone just this second wished for world peace, in earnest.

Someone right now is fighting for a good cause so that you don’t have to.

Some civil servant is making sure that you get your mail, and your garbage is picked up, that the trains are running on time, and that you are generally safe. Someone is dedicating their days to protecting your civil liberties.

Someone is regaining their sanity. Someone is coming back from the dead. Someone is genuinely forgiving the seemingly unforgivable.

Someone is curing the incurable.

You. Me. Some. One. Now.”

~ Danielle LaPorte

Photo: Sawsan, Chicago, lake Michigan 2/19/19

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Exactly!

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Your favorite word/s?

“Maria Shriver: Do you have a favorite word?

Mary Oliver: A few [laughs].

Love, mirth, praise, constancy…”

Read more: Here

Illustration by Deanna Halsall

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Happy New Year

Write it on your Heart
that every day is the best day in the year.

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Photo: 1/1/19, Chicago, Lake Michigan

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Spirit Bird!

Like many others, I still have mixed feelings about drone photography. That is until I came across this photo by Jon Rohan from chicago!

Coming near a Swallow to photograph it in flight is near impossible. They’re so small and dart through the air at such high speeds, Master aerial feeders.

I’ve only seen the silhouette of a swallow in children’s books, when I was a child myself. This little bird with its forked tail.

First real sighting was here in chicago few summers ago. Sitting in the yard before sunset. Their song and flight pattern changes that time of the day. I joked that it looks and sounds like they’re calling their kids to come in before it gets dark. And after I researched it I found out that is exactly what they were doing.

And as I still have mixed feelings about drones, this photo is the closest I’ll ever come to one in flight.

Photo: By Jon Rohan of the Baha’i Temple of North America. The marina and area around it are a bird sanctuary.

Next tattoo inspiration? Maybe!

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Merry Christmas 🎄

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This wind chime inside my chest.

I can’t see it

but I can hear it.

This wind chime

made of seashells

hanging inside my chest.

at times,

to my Stillness

comes the wind of You.

And my chime song

is how I know of You

and of this wind chime

hanging inside my chest.

~ S.

Photo by unknown: Capiz shells wind chime.

Capiz shells are known for their translucency and durability. They’re also know as Windowpane shells. They’re found in muddy waters. They make the most delicate sounds in the wind.

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