April 26

The charm of the Indian to me is that he stands free and unconstrained in Nature, is her inhabitant and not her guest, and wears her easily and gracefully. But civilized man has the habits of the house. His house is a prison, in which he finds himself opposed and confined, not sheltered and protected. He walks as if he sustained the roof; he carries his arms as if the walls would fall in and crush him, and his feet remember the cellar beneath. His muscles are never relaxed. It is rare that he overcomes the house, and learns to sit at home in it...it is a great art to saunter. Journal 1841. HDT


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Altering Life

Photography takes an instant out of time altering life by holding it still. Dorothea Lange

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It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood

NARA Park in Acton. Nice walk a bit short, but a beautiful day nonetheless. Can't wait for "real" spring to do some hikes.

Sebastian 3 months

Daily Wisdom

God is Consciousness that pervades the entire universe of the living and the non-living.
- Ramakrishna

This is just so beautiful!!!

My girl adores Neruda. I've been reading him over the past few days and see why...this poem is so touching. Every time I read it it brings tears to my eyes.

I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
by Pablo Neruda
I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving you to not loving you,
From waiting for you to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.