Vague Recollections of a Future Life

Is this a glimpse of heaven?
Little things that speak to our soul, an essential part of our character?

Do they remind us of something beyond? And something past? Vague recollections of a future life?

“Every story of conversion is the story of a blessed defeat.”

– C.S. Lewis (via thatkindofwoman)

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“Inside every cynical person, there is a disappointed idealist.”

– George Carlin  (via 1924us)

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“Can a man still be brave if he’s afraid?” He heard his voice saying, small and far away.
And his father’s voice replied to him. “That is the only time a man can be brave.”

– George R. R. Martin (via kaitrokowski)

(via little-afternoon)

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“Depression is humiliating. It turns intelligent, kind people into zombies who can’t wash a dish or change their socks. It affects the ability to think clearly, to feel anything, to ascribe value to your children, your lifelong passions, your relative good fortune. It scoops out your normal healthy ability to cope with bad days and bad news, and replaces it with an unrecognizable sludge that finds no pleasure, no delight, no point in anything outside of bed. You alienate your friends because you can’t comport yourself socially, you risk your job because you can’t concentrate, you live in moderate squalor because you have no energy to stand up, let alone take out the garbage. You become pathetic and you know it. And you have no capacity to stop the downward plunge. You have no perspective, no emotional reserves, no faith that it will get better. So you feel guilty and ashamed of your inability to deal with life like a regular human, which exacerbates the depression and the isolation. If you’ve never been depressed, thank your lucky stars and back off the folks who take a pill so they can make eye contact with the grocery store cashier. No one on earth would choose the nightmare of depression over an averagely turbulent normal life.

It’s not an incapacity to cope with day to day living in the modern world. It’s an incapacity to function. At all. If you and your loved ones have been spared, every blessing to you. If depression has taken root in you or your loved ones, every blessing to you, too. No one chooses it. No one deserves it. It runs in families, it ruins families. You cannot imagine what it takes to feign normalcy, to show up to work, to make a dentist appointment, to pay bills, to walk your dog, to return library books on time, to keep enough toilet paper on hand, when you are exerting most of your capacity on trying not to kill yourself. Depression is real. Just because you’ve never had it doesn’t make it imaginary. Compassion is also real. And a depressed person may cling desperately to it until they are out of the woods and they may remember your compassion for the rest of their lives as a force greater than their depression. Have a heart. Judge not lest ye be judged.”

wnderlst:

Hallstatt, Austria | Nevalarp Teratanatorn

wnderlst:

Hallstatt, Austria | Nevalarp Teratanatorn

(via waltermeadows)

“Come to the woods for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods.”

– John Muir (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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“You are not alone in this.”

– Timshel // Mumford & Sons (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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infinite-paradox:

Icefields Parkway, Alberta

infinite-paradox:

Icefields Parkway, Alberta

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“Being both soft and strong is a combination very few have mastered.”

– Yasmin Mogahed  (via thatkindofwoman)

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tblaberge:

One of my favorite hymns, song beautifully by Andy Hull.

(via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)