Essential ingredients for a life well lived.
(via waltzingmatildablog)
Essential ingredients for a life well lived.
(via waltzingmatildablog)
This reminds me of the Starfish story that actually just came up the other day— and go figure, it wasn’t in Call to Serve.
While walking along a beach, an elderly gentleman saw someone in the distance leaning down, picking something up and throwing it into the ocean.
As he got closer, he noticed that the figure was that of a young man, picking up starfish one by one and tossing each one gently back into the water.
He came closer still and called out, “Good morning! May I ask what it is that you are doing?”
The young man paused, looked up, and replied “Throwing starfish into the ocean.”
The old man smiled, and said, “I must ask, then, why are you throwing starfish into the ocean?”
To this, the young man replied, “The sun is up and the tide is going out. If I don’t throw them in, they’ll die.”
Upon hearing this, the elderly observer commented, “But, young man, do you not realise that there are miles and miles of beach and there are starfish all along every mile? You can’t possibly make a difference!”
The young man listened politely. Then he bent down, picked up another starfish, threw it into the back into the ocean past the breaking waves and said, “It made a difference for that one.”
Star-washed. Imagine walking along and coming across something like this!
Via: Zimbio
(Source: anthropologie)

Makes me glad I was in the pool today! And wish I could paint…
Samantha French’s paintings never fail to transport the soul. (And leave me craving pool season!)
Via: Young House Love
(Source: anthropologie)
Poem submission by Kathy Short
I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.
I don’t know what I wanna say or do.
I don’t even know what I want to be tomorrow,
But I know I want to be like you.The way that you talk or the way that you walk
Aren’t that important to me.
It’s the kindness…
Violence, acid attacks and now poisoning. Extremists will try anything to keep girls from seeking an education in Afghanistan.
A normal day in an Afghan classroom was abruptly interrupted by an outbreak of vomiting and chronic headaches. Hundreds of schoolgirls were rushed to hospital on…
(Source: ibtimes.com)
© Ashley Herrin
(Source: tripoddiaries, via thegreenurbanist)
I’m not a huge poetry fan, but this one is good!
Poem submission by nicedice
Sometimes
i dive into the ocean just to feel the blue.
And i pick the peaches from trees
because i like the sound of separating stem from branch.
I’ll often walk along any road i please
to feel something solid beneath my feet.
And i wonder sometimes what the…
I’m going to learn how to make this!

How can I make this required reading for my students as the math teacher?? I think they’d be better off in life for reading it.
But I will sing of your strength;
I will sing aloud of your steadfast love in the morning.
For you have been to me a fortress and a refuge in the day of my distress.