Eclipse [4.14.14]


The world is a little louder than usual tonight
As more have forsaken the lovely
Of sleep
To see the Moon
with wide eyes.

He is a thing of forgotten wonder
To whom we have accustomed ourselves.
He is faithful in his watches of the night,
He is faithful in his becoming
In his disappearing
In his fullness
In his absence.
We know him, but we forget.
But tonight,
We watch.

We watch his wholeness.
The Moon burns fierce and bright.

But slowly,
a shadow

Blood flows over his face,
Pumped from a heart we cannot see.
He smolders against the velvet night.

All happens in the silence of Heaven.

Down below in Night’s belly
people marvel on picnic blankets,
Drinking wine the colors of the Moon
And gasping at the beauty.

The redness draws us in.
The same color floods our own veins.
We are made of the same magic.
We are all capable
Of bleeding and burning.

In the loudness of the world
Your silence is a wonder.

"we left colorado between midnight and morning.
i marveled at the wholeness of the dark
before the Dawn broke the skin of Night
like a razor blade.
the light filled the chasm of sky,
each color bleeding into the next
until the black was stripped away.
i witnessed the earth’s heart beat
and pump that color into heaven.
i wished for my own heart
to be as bold.
that Dawn
did not give me the answers i was seeking
but i know
that light can cut through blackness,
that love can fill my sky,
that distance can break chains,
and Darkness
is not sweeter than You.
telephone poles stood like crosses
stretching on along the open highway.
every mile traveled
bore marks
of forgiveness."


By Daniel Ruf



some days you do big things and conquer the universe and other days you’re really proud of yourself for making a spectacular grilled cheese and not killing yourself but either way it’s all good 

a very important post

I was babysitting tonight and turned around to see where the cat was and

"We are all books because we have spines and stories to tell."
My coworker (because we work in a library)
I just couldn’t drive past this anymore. Here’s to committing minor offenses in the name of Hope. Never Give Up.

I just couldn’t drive past this anymore. Here’s to committing minor offenses in the name of Hope. Never Give Up.


Going for a Stroll | Photographer



humans are so cute, when we say goodbye we put our arms around each other and to show we love someone we bring them flowers. we say hello by holding each other’s hand, and sometimes tiny little dewdrops form in our eyes. for pleasure we listen to arrangements of sounds, press our lips together, smoke dried leaves, get drunk off of old fruit. we’re all just little animals, falling in love and having breakfast beneath billions of stars

this is my favorite post


How did we get through high school without being taught Dr. King
spent two decades having panic attacks?
Avoided Windows, jumped at thunder

I think we are all part flight the fight
Part run for your life
Part ‘please please please like me’
Part can’t breathe
Part scared to say you’re scared
Part say it anyway

You panic button collector
You clock of beautiful ticks
You run out the door if you need to
You flock to the front row of your own class
You feather everything until you know you can always
Always shake like a leaf on my family tree and know you belong here

You belong here and everything you feel is okay
Everything you feel is okay.

Andrea Gibson, Panic Button Collector (via sweetambiguity)