liz

so beautiful.

yoga bunnies

so, I just received a work study opportunity at charm city yoga, the biggest and best yoga community in the Baltimore/ Maryland area. very excited! will have to be whippin myself into shape, and getting zen on some shit..

pretty stuff/ let the sun shine in

The Sunlight Of The Soul: If we care not for the present, And our thoughts are on the past, And we know not of the future With its darkened clouds o'ercast: When the storm-clouds of the present Darken all our hopes and fears, And our hearts grow sad beneath them, And our eyes our dim with tears: Hours of trouble, hours of sorrow, Soon with splendor overcast, Turn the sorrows that we borrow Back into the distant past. Thus with past illumination Is our present hours made bright, And our former darkened moments With a glory-wave made light. Then the beauty of the sunshine To the present gives a glow, As with misty gleams the future Glances on the scenes below. For our hearts must then grow lighter As we catch those pleasant beams, And our eyes with light grow brighter With the soul's reflecting dreams. And the storm-clouds that o'ershadow, Pass away beneath the rays Of a former golden pastime, As reflected on our ways. Teaching us that 'neath the curtain Where the darkness lurks within, That our thoughts will cast a shadow Where the sunlight should come in. Thus in moments when we're nervous With a care that few can test, Then this sunlight that is golden Gives our soul its needed rest. And our troubles quickly vanish As the storm-clouds backward roll From the glory of the spirit, And the sunlight of the soul -James S. Jennings.

loong hiatus

longest lack of posting in green bean history? sad. no excuse. many sorrys.

be a boss

do it.

porch for two

Dream!

so. i had another crazy dream this morning... kelly and i were living in someone elses house, a family on vacation. the whole time i had a bad feeling that we were going to get caught, or that we were doing something we werent supposed to. then there they are unpacking their suitcases in the hallway and wondering who the hell we are. i remember talking to one of the younger guys that lived there or something, sitting by a desk. so they didnt kick us out. scene flash to real life and shadow got out of the gate and was standing by laurens rd until i called him back over. maybe i woke up. but then in the dream jamie came to pick me up. we drove through town and there were large colorful balloons everywhere, i think he said it was like a hot air balloon weekend. I was really excited to see the view of town and imagined how beautiful it would be to see them in the air. but we were leaning against the fence and my hands were shaking and i was crying. and then he left me there on top of the hill and i woke up. dreammoods says: To see balloons in your dream indicate declining hopes and disappointments in your search for love. A situation in your life will take a turn downward. Balloons also represent arrogance and an inflated opinion of yourself. To see an ascending balloon in your dream signifies frustrating conditions in your life in which you are seeking to rise above. You are expressing a desire to escape. On a positive note, balloons symbolize celebration and festivities. You need to acknowledge your inner child. Room: To dream that you are in a room represents a particular aspect of yourself or a specific relationship. Dreams about various rooms often relate to hidden areas of the conscious mind and different aspects of your personality. If the room is welcoming or comfortable, then it signifies opulence and satisfaction in life. If you see a dark or confined room, then it denotes that you feel trapped or repressed in a situation. To dream that you find or discover a new room suggests that you are developing new strengths and taking on new roles. You may be growing emotionally. Consider what you find in the discovered room as it may indicate repressed memories, fears, or rejected emotions. Alternatively, such rooms are symbolic of neglected skills or rejected potential.

hang out room

groovy baby

Egon

Sunsets

she dont use jelly + baby jesus

Shovels and Rope

Shovels and rope/ cary ann hearst and michael trent. what can i even say about these guys? i've seen them 3 times and each time it gets better. from the low country of south carolina they are moving UP. listen to the thread, o' be joyful, forsaken blues, and of course gasoline and boxcar

Epic Bookshelves

classy

love life

loving these rooms

stevie!

semisonic

is alright. completely pleased. this song popped into my head the other day! man the 90s were so cool..

kooky photos

Passione

Sula- Excerpt

Every now and then she looked around for tangible evidence of his having ever been there. Where were the butterflies? the blueberries? the whistling reed? She could find nothing, for he had left nothing but his stunning absence. An absence so decorative, so ornate, it was difficult for her to understand how she had ever endured, without falling dead or being consumed, his magnificent presence. The mirror by the door was not a mirror by the door, it was an altar where he stood for only a moment to put on his cap before going out. The red rocking chair was a rocking of his own hips as he sat in the kitchen. Still, there was nothing of his — his own — that she could find. It was as if she were afraid she had hallucinated him and needed proof to the contrary. His absence was everywhere, stinging everything, giving the furnishings primary colors, sharp outlines to the corners of rooms and gold light to the dust collecting on table tops. When he was there he pulled everything toward himself. Not only her eyes and all her senses but also inanimate things seemed to exist because of him, backdrops to his presence. Now that he had gone, these things, so long subdued by his presence, were glamorized in his wake. Then one day, burrowing in a dresser drawer, she found what she had been looking for: proof that he had been there, his driver's license. It contained just what she needed for verification — his vital statistics: Born 1901, height 5'11", weight 152 lbs., eyes brown, hair black, color black. Oh yes, skin black. Very black. So black that only a steady careful rubbing with steel wool would remove it, and as it was removed there was the glint of gold leaf and under the gold leaf the cold alabaster and deep, deep down under the cold alabaster more black only this time the black of warm loam.

Catherine Campbell

Apartment

flux (capacitor)

Novcento

maurizio cattelan, interview here!