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Tag: growth

Entering By Tiptoe

“Be the one who nurtures and builds. Be the one who has an understanding and a forgiving heart one who looks for the best in people. Leave people better than you found them.” ― Marvin J. Ashton

Uprooting 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙮

“In hospitals, illness is allowed the freedom to wander antiseptic halls naked and wearing a countenance of pain without question. Although not stated verbally, it is understood that healing walks among crowds but happens only within the individual. We don’t ask those plainly naked and hurting to feign wellness, yet we look upon those clothed and who carry joyful expression, as if exempted from nakedness and pain. The eyes are not equipped to see the automatic wisdom of the body, and the body is not equipped to heal the ignorance that lives in the eyes." ~ Jen e. Limon

Shop Story: The Swollen Gardener

“A garden should make you feel you've entered privileged space -- a place not just set apart but reverberant -- and it seems to me that, to achieve this, the gardener must put some kind of twist on the existing landscape, turn its prose into something nearer poetry.” ― Michael Pollan

The Concrete Faith of Love’s Square Roots

“Maybe your country is only a place you make up in your own mind. Something you dream about and sing about. Maybe it's not a place on the map at all, but just a story full of people you meet and places you visit, full of books and films you've been to. I'm not afraid of being homesick and having no language to live in. I don't have to be like anyone else. I'm walking on the wall and nobody can stop me.” ― Hugo Hamilton

M O U N T A I N S

We are masterpieces in the making. Our soul’s contrast between light and dark provides a unique form that promises to be our most significant treasure and discovery.

S I L E N C E R

What are you listening for? The sound of bullets, horses and roses all sound the same depending on which end of the barrel you’re focused on.

N A T U R E

“You want me to retool?” she asked her Father. Silence. She was greeted with silence. “Retool?” she thought to herself.

A F L O A T

Carrying children on our backs is not only visual art but reality...