All through autumn we hear a double voice: one says everything is ripe; the other says everything is dying. The paradox is exquisite. We feel what the Japanese call “aware” — an almost untranslatable word meaning something like “beauty tinged with sadness.”
—Gretel Ehrlich, The Solace of Open Spaces (via litverve)
Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance.
—Anna Quindlen, Every Last One (via larmoyante)
(For when you can’t burn sage)
1 1/2 cup distilled water
15 drops sage essential oil
1 quartz crystal
1 spritzer bottle
Mix all ingredients together and add the crystal to the bottle to add power and as a shaker.
–The Darkest of Lights
Such pretty wings!