the cheeky greeky.

abouquetofthanks:

monday bouquet:
1. Thanks for: Time and how it changes me. What a wonder to really live out being “rebuilt from ruins” and “reborn from ashes.” You take my mourning and turn it into dancing. You take my weeping and turn it into laughing. You take my weakness and turn it into joy. Hallelujah. You make all things new.
2. Thanks for: the publix giftcard from mom and dad. I am so grateful for generous parents who take good care of me. They see my need and want to meet it. Their love is that simple and that powerful.
3. Thanks for: a new perspective on life. Once I discovered that I was already exactly what I needed to be and where I needed to be, I stopped worrying about how I would make everything happen. I just started letting life move and starting seizing the frames and gleaning joy from moments big and small. I don’t worry about being successful or important. I don’t worry about being boring or silly or small. I wake up and cry out for nearness to something bigger and better. Something that really makes everything worth it.
4. Thanks for: The little things. The commonplace things. Those are the things I cherish and miss when they’re not around. They make life rich with meaning and purpose. I believe to dive deeper and draw nearer to these things that seem so small, we will find what is really big and really good. Deeper, deeper in and further, further up. They are always bigger on the other side.

monday bouquet:

1. Thanks for: Time and how it changes me. What a wonder to really live out being “rebuilt from ruins” and “reborn from ashes.” You take my mourning and turn it into dancing. You take my weeping and turn it into laughing. You take my weakness and turn it into joy. Hallelujah. You make all things new.

2. Thanks for: the publix giftcard from mom and dad. I am so grateful for generous parents who take good care of me. They see my need and want to meet it. Their love is that simple and that powerful.

3. Thanks for: a new perspective on life. Once I discovered that I was already exactly what I needed to be and where I needed to be, I stopped worrying about how I would make everything happen. I just started letting life move and starting seizing the frames and gleaning joy from moments big and small. I don’t worry about being successful or important. I don’t worry about being boring or silly or small. I wake up and cry out for nearness to something bigger and better. Something that really makes everything worth it.

4. Thanks for: The little things. The commonplace things. Those are the things I cherish and miss when they’re not around. They make life rich with meaning and purpose. I believe to dive deeper and draw nearer to these things that seem so small, we will find what is really big and really good. Deeper, deeper in and further, further up. They are always bigger on the other side.

abouquetofthanks:

Absolutely true. I remember this most when I ride my bike or go for a run or even stroll downtown. Perspective is always something to be thankful for.

(Source: candytomysoul)

abouquetofthanks:

thanks for: the wisdom and perspective that comes with age. makes me appreciate every future birthday already.

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Thank you, Adrienne Rich

thethankfullist:

Live your adventure. Go out into the world and be daring. Start fresh or take an idea to the next level. Travel abroad or look for new places in your town. Whether big or small adventures help let us know we are alive, they are our breath of fresh air!

Thanks for: this guy. Bike rides. Sauvignon blanc. French food. Perfect weather. Happiest girl alive

thanks for: scrambled cheese eggs and a glass of almond milk. (Taken with instagram)

pt.5: shelf made with vintage ladder & shudders. (Taken with instagram)

pt.4: masculine desk + details. (Taken with instagram)

Yes, that’s a civil war pistol.

pt.3: historic reproductions of weapons. (Taken with instagram)

joys of antiquing, pt.2: vintage typewriter (Taken with instagram)

joys of antiquing, pt. 1: shelves of old cameras. (Taken with instagram)

Lord: it is time. The huge summer has gone by.
Now overlap the sundials with your shadows,
and on the meadows let the wind go free.

Command the fruits to swell on tree and vine;
grant them a few more warm transparent days,
urge them on to fulfillment then, and press
the final sweetness into the heavy wine.

Whoever has no house now, will never have one.
Whoever is alone will stay alone,
will sit, read, write long letters through the evening,
and wander along the boulevards, up and down,
restlessly, while the dry leaves are blowing.

“

—	Rainer Maria Rilke, “Autumn Day,” translated by Stephen Mitchell