The forest for the trees

Acacia in Flower (or, Blossoming Acacia Branches)
Vincent van Gogh
1890

Lately I have struggled to see the forest for the trees, and for a gloominess of my own creation blanketing the light. I am working to re-discover what a pleasure it is to wake up at dawn, to move my body and tend to my home. When I bother to take a moment, stop and reconnect with what actually makes me happy instead of burying my mind in media and ugly habits, confusion turns to clarity and I feel like I can actually breathe.

Meditation and yoga is helping, and so is reworking my diet, writing and reading more books – but climbing out of my own ass has truly been the most effective thing.

 

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The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to

Today I learned Jupiter is the love child of Edvard Munch and Vincent Van Gogh.

Antibiotics and indoor plumbing sure are It, but in my opinion, the best thing about being alive in this day and age is all the space travel. Now that we’ve broken through the stars, we’re experiencing a whole new level of beauty that’s been sleeping just beyond our exosphere. If nothing ever comes of our curiosity but all these gorgeous pictures, I think I’ll still be satisfied.

More Jupiter photos fresh from NASA’s JunoCam, HERE.

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