Loving the fields of yellow Canola flowers in the German countryside. (at Rewe Waldfeucht)
Off I go! One bag. Two months. Ten countries. So excited to be embarking on this journey I’ve dreamt of for years.
Happy Mother’s Day to my beautiful mom. I admire her strength, passion, wisdom, patience, and spunk. She is a loyal friend, a bold advocate, a loving wife, an iron chef—but most of all she’s my incredible mother. I love you mom!
Don’t save something for a special occasion. Every day of your life is a special occasion.
—Thomas S. Monson (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
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Rainbow over Mt. Olympus (at Home sweet home)
Celebrating my grandpa’s 90th birthday today! He’s created an amazing legacy, from starting Bullfrog and bringing house boats to Lake Powell, to dreaming up the Red Butte amphitheater. Love you papa!
It’s a terrible thing, I think, in life to wait until you’re ready. I have this feeling now that actually no one is ever ready to do anything. There is almost no such thing as ready. There is only now. And you may as well do it now. Generally speaking, now is as good a time as any.
—Hugh Laurie (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
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House full of books
- Mom: Tori, you can't keep every book you've ever read.
- Me: Yes I can.
- Mom: No, you can't! You'd have a house full of books!
- Me: I know. Wouldn't that be wonderful?
We had some seriously close encounters with buffalo this trip! And little babies just learning to walk too—so precious. (at Yellowstone Ranch Preserve, Hebgen Lake MT)
And so my prayer is that your story will have involved some leaving and some coming home, some summer and some winter, some roses blooming out like children in a play. My hope is your story will be about changing, about getting something beautiful born inside of you about learning to love a woman or a man, about learning to love a child, about moving yourself around water, around mountains, around friends, about learning to love others more than we love ourselves, about learning oneness as a way of understanding God. We get one story, you and I, and one story alone. God has established the elements, the setting and the climax and the resolution. It would be a crime not to venture out, wouldn’t it?
— Donald Miller (via Little Reminders of Love)
The buffalo made themselves at home at our cabin. I felt like a tourist in a park (thus the peace sign)!
Home sweet home. (at Hebgen Lake, MT)
We write for the same reason that we walk, talk, climb mountains or swim the oceans — because we can. We have some impulse within us that makes us want to explain ourselves to other human beings. That’s why we paint, that’s why we dare to love someone- because we have the impulse to explain who we are. Not just how tall we are, or thin… but who we are internally… perhaps even spiritually. There’s something, which impels us to show our inner-souls. The more courageous we are, the more we succeed in explaining what we know.
—Maya Angelou on why we write. Also see Joan Didion and George Orwell on the same. (via thatkindofwoman)
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I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up. I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed. I want to be the sheets your fingers crave at night; the blanket that wraps around you all night. I want to drink tea with you, share some records we find. I want to talk about everything in the world newspapers. I want to discuss with you, to be stubborn and quick-witted with you. I want to have differences between us. I want your flaws. All of them. I want go into the deepest corners of your mind and never get bored of you. I want to be surprised by the new all the time. I want to look at you like a movie, a living piece of art; always trying to chase what you crave … and capture you.
—Elay Neal Moses (via mishproductions)
I hope to someday feel this way about a person, and have someone feel this for me. What a beautiful description of love.
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