keskiviikko 22. kesäkuuta 2016

How do the weeds feel about it?

 “After Nicholas hung up the phone, he watched his mother carry buckets and garden tools across the couch grass toward a bed that would, come spring, be brightly ablaze as tropical coral with colorful arctotis, impatiens, and petunias. Katherine dug with hard chopping strokes, pulling out wandering jew and oxalis, tossing the uprooted weeds into a black pot beside her.
The garden will be beautiful, he thought. But how do the weeds feel about it? Sacrifices must be made.”

Stephen M. Irwin, The Dead Path

The Last Shadow Puppets - Aviation

lauantai 18. kesäkuuta 2016

There is beauty rooted so deep within you

"for you to see beuty here
does not mean there is beauty in me
it means there is beauty rooted
so deep within you
you van't help but
see it everywhere"
- Rupi Kaur

Raappana ft. Aurora - Älä aprikoi

perjantai 17. kesäkuuta 2016

Everyday has been uphill

"Everyday has been uphill
We climb but we can't reach the top
I'm weak and I'm easily discouraged
She just smiles when I want to stop"
- Dean Martin 

Photo credit to our friend Chris.
Cabin in Sysmä, Finland.

keskiviikko 15. kesäkuuta 2016

Revolving doors

To enter the door to another dimension,
don't push it forward or pull it backward.
You must move in a circular motion,
clockwise to counter-clockwise,
because dimensional gateways
are revolving doors.
- βέƦẙḽ Dṏṽ the Smartass Rabbi

Couchsuring @ Leopoldstadt, Vienna, Austria.

maanantai 6. heinäkuuta 2015

Send me on my way

Normality is a paved road. 
It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.

Somewhere between Imatra and Savonlinna. 
Roadtrip, Finland.

keskiviikko 17. kesäkuuta 2015