good things no. 2
“I brought you some shrimps, Calixta,” offered Bobinôt, hauling the can from his ample side pocket and laying it on the table.
“Shrimps! Oh, Bobinôt! you too good fo’ anything!” and she gave him a smacking kiss on the cheek that resounded, “J’vous réponds, we’ll have a feas’ to-night! umph-umph!”
(photo from here)
one year commitment
Fill a jar with fresh lavender flowers. When it is full knock the jar against your hand to get the blossoms to pack in tighter and fill the jar the rest of the way.
When the jar is full add your oil mixture. You can use any high quality oil. I like to use a mixture of olive oil, grapeseed oil, and almond oil. Another good oil is avocado oil. You don’t have to use a mixture, but I like to.
Fill with oil until all the blossoms are covered. Put a lid on and leave in sunny place for 1- 1.5 YEARS. You could leave it for 6 months it just won’t be as potent.
When a year has passes strain the blossoms out of the oil and put the oil in glass jars or bottles. You can use it as a body oil, make lotions with it, add it to bath crystals or whatever else you can think of.
(via mociun + stone healing)
the human equation
“It’s a really lovely example – you have this amazing beast that’s been around for tens of millions of years surviving as a relic population on this island. Then people arrived and they basically disappear in a couple of hundred years,”
“When people turn up they put these populations under enormous pressure – they might not be giving the final, killer blow but they’re adding another level of stress. It looks like these fantastic turtles are another example.”
(from here)
(photo: Jeffers Petroglyphs- Image of turtle and man, looking East)
heard from someone
I heard from someone you’re still pretty
And then
They went on to say…
(photo: W. Robert Moore, National Geographic Society)
live it
When we saw the wounds of our country
appear on our skins,
we believed each word of the healers.
Besides, we remembered so many cures,
it seemed at any moment
all troubles would end, each wound heal completely.
That didn’t happen: our ailments
were so many, so deep within us
that all diagnoses proved false, each remedy useless.
Now do whatever, follow each clue,
accuse whomever, as much as you will,
our bodies are still the same,
our wounds still open.
Now tell us what we should do,
you tell us how to heal these wounds.
(excerpt of you tell us what to do by Faiz Ahmed Faiz)
(photo from the virgin spring by ingmar bergman)
life itself
(~Through A Glass Darkly— Ingmar Bergman)
sitting room
‘All man’s miseries derive from not being able to sit in a quiet room alone.’
~Pascal
