And wither then? I cannot say.

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
[JRR Tolkien]


Where you are / there you will be.

Claude Monet in his Studio. Giverny, France.

Claude Monet in his Studio. Giverny, France.

(Source: televators)

[c7] I would trade places with you in a second, nameless stranger. And I’d never look back. 

[c7]

I would trade places with you in a second, nameless stranger. And I’d never look back. 

(Source: r-e-l-i-c)

[c6] I’d smoke a cigarette for a chance of you kissing me like that. 

[c6]

I’d smoke a cigarette for a chance of you kissing me like that. 

(Source: theinspiredwoman)

[c4]  I hope one day to dogsled beneath the northern lights. 

[c4] 

I hope one day to dogsled beneath the northern lights. 

[c5] this is my entire life. that’s probably why I write, so that the silent and unsaid will not be lost. 

[c5]

this is my entire life. that’s probably why I write, so that the silent and unsaid will not be lost. 

(Source: thefamemonsterrrr)

[c3]  Hence why I can go 51 hours forgetting to sleep. Thank you, Myalgic Encephaloyelitis. Oh should I call you chronic fatigue immune deficiency, ME, or CFS? Perhaps as others have suggested, I could term you “all in my head”, “sin”, or “lack of faith”. Maybe you are nothing but a figment of my imagination. 

[c3] 

Hence why I can go 51 hours forgetting to sleep.

Thank you, Myalgic Encephaloyelitis. Oh should I call you chronic fatigue immune deficiency, ME, or CFS? Perhaps as others have suggested, I could term you “all in my head”, “sin”, or “lack of faith”. Maybe you are nothing but a figment of my imagination. 

[c2] Also among the things I love: mountains, whales, sailors and the sea. Not walruses, though, I can’t stand them unless they are lifeless and unpardonably silly drawings. 

[c2]

Also among the things I love: mountains, whales, sailors and the sea. Not walruses, though, I can’t stand them unless they are lifeless and unpardonably silly drawings. 

(Source: evierdans)

[c1]  I love mountain men.  “For his solo exhibition, Tim Remick photographed emotionally and physically ravaged mountain climbers… Through these images Remick reflects on the passage of time and mortality, while also celebrating the human capacity to endure.”

[c1]  I love mountain men. 

“For his solo exhibition, Tim Remick photographed emotionally and physically ravaged mountain climbers… Through these images Remick reflects on the passage of time and mortality, while also celebrating the human capacity to endure.”

(Source: anchoragemuseum.org)

Leave your cynicism at the doors, Abigail. You can haul that everywhere else, but this is a tendon in the body of the Church universal, it is Mine, and it is Sacred.
Holy Spirit 


I am learning confession. 

So here is a bit of practice, & a bit of everything else I am fond of. 

(Source: kunning)

woah dang 

valley of visions; contentment


When I am afraid of evils to come, comfort me by showing me
that in myself I am a dying, condemned wrtech,
but in Christ I am reconciled and live;
that in myself i find insufficiency and no rest,
but in Christ there is satisfaction and peace;
that in myself I am feeble and unable to do good,
but in Christ I have ability to do all things.
Though now I have his graces in part, 
I shall shortly have them perfectly in that state
where thou wilt show thyself fully reconciled,
and alone sufficient,
efficient,
loving me completely, 
and sin abolished.
O Lord, hasten that day.

wonderfulambiguity: Alex Howitt, Rain, Undated

wonderfulambiguity:

Alex Howitt, Rain, Undated

(Source: luzfosca)