(via lunasherah)
I could live like this. What am I saying, I do!
(via believeinempowerment)
…and here in this place we will make a home, woven of trees, aged wood, meadows of wildflowers, stone flags, blue paint, chimney smoke, fertile earth, creek bed—and words, old and unspoken, or new and unheard.
ALL THOSE BOOKS OMG
(via dreamsifter)
There is beauty even in destruction…and young saplings will take root in the ashes…and someday our grandbabies will rest in their shade. Until then, we can sigh now and then for the beauty lost, for the forest burned.
(just some poetic thoughts when I saw this)