1. newyorker:

    An Earth Day-inspired daily cartoon by Mick Stevens: http://nyr.kr/1iFKAuT

  2. beingblog:

    "Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot,

    Nothing is going to get better. It’s not.”

    ~Dr Seuss, The Lorax

    This Lorax-like plant was just too cool not to share on this Earth Day. Kith and kin with this great show with the late great Wangari Maathai.

    Photo by Stefan Klopp

  3. lifeunderthewaves:

    Stilt Fishermen by christianloader Traditional stilt fishermen fishing at sunset.

    Southern Sri Lanka.


  4. "To begin, begin."
      William Wordsworth
    (via climateadaptation)

  5. "Try not to compromise. So many people don’t do what they really want in their hearts because they feel like they’re not good enough, or they’re not smart enough, or they’re not talented enough… anything. And that doesn’t matter. In order for you to live a remarkable life — in order for you to live a life that is fulfilling — you need to be able to go after what you want. And if you don’t, you’re not going to achieve it — ever."
    — On Humble Pied, Debbie Millman shares three pieces of wisdom to guide the way to a remarkable life. Dive deeper with her timelessly wonderful illustrated-essay-turned-commencement-address on courage and the creative life. (via explore-blog)

  6. "


    The ability to forgive oneself. Stop here for a few breaths and think about this, because it is the key to making art and very possibly the key to finding any semblance of happiness in life. Every time I have set out to translate the book (or story, or hopelessly long essay) that exists in such brilliant detail on the big screen of my limbic system onto a piece of paper (which, let’s face it, was once a towering tree crowned with leaves and a home to birds), I grieve for my own lack of talent and intelligence. Every. Single. Time. Were I smarter, more gifted, I could pin down a closer facsimile of the wonders I see. I believe that, more than anything else, this grief of constantly having to face down our own inadequacies is what keeps people from being writers. Forgiveness, therefore, is key. I can’t write the book I want to write, but I can and will write the book I am capable of writing. Again and again throughout the course of my life I will forgive myself.

    — In her beautiful meditation on the writing life, Ann Patchett adds to our ongoing archive of wisdom on writing. Pair with Patchett’s advice to graduates on writing and life. (via explore-blog)

  7. "Come to the woods for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods."
    — John Muir (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

    (Source: robin-raven-wren, via the-natureworld)


  8. "If I knew that today would be the last time I’d see you, I would hug you tight and pray the Lord be the keeper of your soul. If I knew that this would be the last time you pass through this door, I’d embrace you, kiss you, and call you back for one more. If I knew that this would be the last time I would hear your voice, I’d take hold of each word to be able to hear it over and over again. If I knew this is the last time I see you, I’d tell you I love you, and would not just assume foolishly you know it already."
    — Gabriel García Márquez (via apoetreflects)

    (via apoetreflects)

  9. beingblog:

    This being human is a guest house.
    Every morning a new arrival.

    A joy, a depression, a meanness,
    some momentary awareness comes
    as an unexpected visitor.

    Welcome and entertain them all
    Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
    who violently sweep your house
    empty of its furniture,
    still, treat each guest honorably.
    He may be clearing you out
    for some new delight.

    The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
    meet them at the door laughing,
    and invite them in.

    Be grateful for whoever comes,
    because each has been sent
    as a guide from beyond.

    ~Rumi, as quoted in Parker Palmer’s reflection on hospitality and welcoming the unexpected visitor.


  10. "What in your life is calling you,
    when all the noise is silenced,
    the meetings adjourned,
    the lists laid aside,
    and the wild Iris blooms
    by itself
    in the dark forest,
    what still pulls on your soul?"