NOW MY FEET WON'T TOUCH THE GROUND.

Came across some quotes i liked :)

- “Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did.” Mark Twain

- “Either write something worth reading, or do something worth writing.” Benjamin Franklin

- “Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.” Ralph Waldo Emerson

- “Do what you can, with what you have, where you are.” Theodore Roosevelt

THEY WERE CRAZY ABOUT ROMANCE - AND ILLUSION.

xx.

ALL ACROSS THE WORLD, WE'RE STEPPING IN TUNE.

The Invitation by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, and for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, and if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own; without moving to hide it, face it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself, and if you can bear accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul, I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty every day.
I want to know if you can live with failure, your and mine, and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the sliver of the full moon, “YES”!

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children.
It doesn't interest me who you are or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the Center of The Fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away, I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

Oriah Mountain Dreamer

Live the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air…

Morning heat that turns to warm breezes in the evening, coconut-oil laden skin, midnight swimming in water illuminated by the moon and an overwhelming sense of euphoria as you contemplate the renewed satisfaction that summertime doth bring. Smiling to yourself, consumed you become with nostalgia of the joy that was had and, counting down the days, you are riddled with anticipation to feel that way once again. An indescribable, on-going atmosphere surrounds: daisychains, music festivals, late summernights, people everywhere united by the heat; the sun; the water; the burning pavements; the boys; the girls; the endless possibilities presented to us. No Restrictions. No Limitations. Summertime is definitely among us. Can you feel it?