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“There are days when I am convinced that Heaven starts already, now, in this ordinary life, just as it is, in all its incompleteness, yet, this is where Heaven starts. See within yourself, if you can find it. I walked through the field in front of the house, lots of swallows flying, everywhere! Some very near me. It was magical. We are already one, yet we know it not.”
~Thomas Merton (via crashinglybeautiful)
A View towards the Old Town and the Southern part of Stockholm city taken in 1900 by Carl Curman.

beingblog:

There are days when I am convinced that Heaven starts already, now, in this ordinary life, just as it is, in all its incompleteness, yet, this is where Heaven starts. See within yourself, if you can find it.
I walked through the field in front of the house, lots of swallows flying, everywhere! Some very near me. It was magical.
We are already one, yet we know it not.

~Thomas Merton (via crashinglybeautiful)

A View towards the Old Town and the Southern part of Stockholm city taken in 1900 by Carl Curman.

It doesn’t get better, it gets different. Ask God,
Clean House, Help Others. Try taking a trip, not taking a trip,
swearing off forever— with and without solemn oath. This too
shall pass: this rented office space, these folding chairs,

this night where women droop into the room like low fog,
bused in from a halfway house for those with infants.
Each holds a tiny body over her world and I wonder
which of us will die first. Their eyes wash over me
like seeds of brushfire.

After the meeting, I am murmuring sobriety’s aphorisms

( how does it go? is it Ask God, or Trust – )

until something pulls taut between us, splits— you say,
I want you to beg for it on all fours, and I say, I am

-Sophie Klahr, Such Unfortunates