𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔦𝔪𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔞𝔩 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

I love you, the love I have for you will always be there no matter how much space it may take in my mind or heart or soul. Every second we lock eyes, gaze upon your smile, or savor every second we touch. I know I am closer to the depictions of love, heaven, contentment

if i only ever touch you with our clothes on-

i will still hold you closer than i’ve ever held before

but don’t get me wrong, i have never desired something more than to look into your eyes

touch your face with my hand and hold your cheek, lean in and at last, feel your lips on mine

finally speaking to each other in a way that words cannot

but for now

moonlight shines down on me through the cracks between the blinds and i lie awake

thinking about your body pressed against mine

the thought of bringing you pleasure, i’ve never wanted to give a gift so badly

to be one with you, our bodies intertwined as deeply as our souls

maybe i’m not a good person for thinking about this so much

it seems to be the first place my mind wanders to when it’s not at work, the last place before i fall asleep

and if the universe encourages love, then i hope it’ll let me feel your hands on my body

but if i only ever touch you with our clothes on

i will still be closer with you than ever before

"Once the ground of mind is clarified, there is no obstruction at all." - Yuanwu Keqin (1063-1135)

The four. The one in front being the tallest I have ever seen. Well over twenty feet.

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“Solitude and its silence, was the song that taught me to stand in the storms that others fled, so that I could dance in the rain they only longed for.”

— wordsintheattic

Have always thought about this ever since i heard and related to the term “introvert” its nice to read and see others opinions that make me feel so reassured. Hope this energy and wisdom continues spreading as time goes on

You think you're an introvert because you like being alone, but maybe it's not about solitude. Maybe it's about peace. Maybe it's the quiet you've fought so hard to protect. Maybe it's the safety of your own company, after being around too many people who made you feel like too much or not enough. You smile differently around people who bring you calm. You speak more. You laugh louder. You come alive in rooms where your soul doesn't shrink. You're not afraid of connection. You're just tired of surviving it. So don't confuse your boundaries with isolation. Don't confuse your quiet with disinterest. You're not closed off. You're just waiting for someone who feels like home, not a battlefield.

The land whispers ancient stories

@peaklass

Where my soul, mind, and heart live in ungrateful complacency. The storms and strangers that have stayed with, taken refuge, and looked to it for guidance. It seems to continue to bear it all so far. The eroded exposed stone, walls and wooden ceilings repaired year after year. Paint washed or chipped, but always remaining a lighthouse for all. The light is small inside though. Even when that little light goes out, it only is relit by graciousness of inner strength, or more often through the words/actions of those who have enough light burning within them to share.

May I learn to not be just a lighthouse keeper, guider, or shelter. May I forever grow to be a compassionate ever learning student of the world, of others who share this same light

lighthouse study. started in sketchbook and finished in procreate

Plant of the Day

Sunday 2 March 2025

At Edinburgh Botanic Garden, Scotland, there was a fabulous display of snowdrop cultivars including a ‘river’ of Galanthus 'Lady Beatrix Stanley' (snowdrop). This bulbous perennial has well-shaped double flowers and increases reliably to create a striking spring feature.

Jill Raggett

“You fall in love with the little things about someone, like the sound of their laughter and the way their smile forms.”

— Unknown