“ For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfill themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured. And every young farm boy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal trees grow. ”
— Hermann Hesse(Source: arreter, via bunburysbees)
Trees like this giant sequoia were seedlings as early as the time that Hatshepsut sat on the throne as the first female pharaoh of Egypt. That was 3,500 years ago. And today they are more threatened than ever.
Sometimes you just need a beautiful slideshow of giant, old trees to remind you how of the splendor of nature, and how it’s worth protecting.
(via guardian.co.uk)
In perhaps the 2nd grade, I wrote a story about a Giant Sequoia, mostly because it was the weirdest word I could spell at the time, but also because I was, and continue to be, fascinated by trees that have existed through so much of our history.
I like the legs on that table. Very interesting.
The only way this could be more ideal is if it were purple velvet, and surrounded by books.
(via chairblog)
This is why I love concrete.
Watch. Enjoy German silliness.
(Source: adisusedshed)
Benchcrafted Birdseye Maple Box with Moulding Planes
and I do love me some mo(u)lding planes…
escrever, escrever, escrever… e não dizer nada.
(via alwaysanerd)
Benchcrafted Birdseye Maple Chest
Bon Iver - Holocene
I’ve posted the official video in the past, but I’m too lazy to reblog myself. The thing is, this song haunts me. I’m not a huge Bon Iver fan, but I like this song. A few hours ago I decided that I needed to learn to play it. I see learning a new song, learning to play it and sing it, as a form of therapy, and it’s becoming more and more clear that I desperately need some therapy.
The thing is, for the past month, I’ve been spiraling down. I don’t know what triggered it, only when. So there may not even be a definable trigger. But it’s clear now that I am having a depressive episode. But at least this time I’m aware of what’s going on. Even though, it doesn’t seem to be helping too much. I have a relationship, I have friends, to an extent I have my own mind, I’m determined to keep all three. Battling myself is much more difficult than I remember, I’m constantly screwing up in some way, perhaps it’s only because I’m actually fighting, this time. Trying is the easiest way to fuck up, but it’s better than being beaten down by a series of misfiring molecules.
I’m just going to need help.
If you know me, if you love me, if you respect me, if you don’t…help me, please.
“ Everything that happens to you is a reflection of what you believe about yourself. We cannot outperform our level of self-esteem. We cannot draw to ourselves more than we think we are worth. ”
—Iyanla Vanzant
yet another self-reminder.
(Source: 2012happiness, via twotonmantaray)
“ Why do you have to reason everything through all the time? The future is the future. It has to take care of itself. You can sit here all day and make guesses about it, and at the end of the day, what have you got? And in the meantime, you haven’t done anything, you haven’t lived, because you’ve been so busy reasoning it all out. ”
—John Marsden
another self-reminder
(Source: she-talks-to-rainbows, via twotonmantaray)
