the grass is always greener over the septic tank



Our intentions can, when set, protect our true, eternal selves from the influx of distracting ideas, emotions, whims and persuasions of time. #process #igofhouston

Our intentions can, when set, protect our true, eternal selves from the influx of distracting ideas, emotions, whims and persuasions of time. #process #igofhouston

There is no easy way to learn how to fly. #ettajames #ladyinspiration #wordisbond #openmind  (at see summer sky)

There is no easy way to learn how to fly. #ettajames #ladyinspiration #wordisbond #openmind (at see summer sky)

Getting started on Sunday, April 6!

Getting started on Sunday, April 6!

My friend Don captured the essence of what is wrong with most urban development in Houston. 
Eager for the day when shotgun condos are bulldozed on behalf of community gardens, instead of the other way around. 

My friend Don captured the essence of what is wrong with most urban development in Houston. 

Eager for the day when shotgun condos are bulldozed on behalf of community gardens, instead of the other way around. 

pictures like this!… what the….

pictures like this!… what the….

Reblogged from vineyardfullerton
Oh hello this is beautiful —
vineyardnocsaturdaynightservice:

i entered a little coffeehouse with a friend of mine and give our order. While we were aproaching our table two people come in and they go to the counter:‘Five coffees, please. Two of them for us and three ‘suspended’.  They paid for their order, take two of the coffees and leave. I ask my friend: “What are those ‘suspended’ coffees?”My friend: “Wait for it and you will see.”Some more people enter. Two girls ask for one coffee each, they pay, take their coffees and go. The next order was for seven coffees and it was made by three lawyers - three for them and four ‘suspended’. While I still wondered what was the deal with those ‘suspended’ coffees I enjoyed the sunny weather and the beautiful view towards the square infront of the café. Suddenly a man dressed in shabby clothes who looks like a beggar comes in through the door and kindly asks‘Do you have a suspended coffee ?’It’s simple - people pay in advance for a coffee meant for someone who can not afford a warm bevarage. The tradition with the suspended coffees started in Naples, but it has spread all over the world and in some places you can order not only a suspended coffee, but also a sandwitch or a whole meal.Wouldn’t it be wonderful to have such cafés or even grocery stores in every town and city where the less fortunate and hungry will find a warm meal, and a hot beverage? 

Oh hello this is beautiful —

vineyardnocsaturdaynightservice:

i entered a little coffeehouse with a friend of mine and give our order. While we were aproaching our table two people come in and they go to the counter:
‘Five coffees, please. Two of them for us and three ‘suspended’.  They paid for their order, take two of the coffees and leave. 

I ask my friend: “What are those ‘suspended’ coffees?”
My friend: “Wait for it and you will see.”

Some more people enter. Two girls ask for one coffee each, they pay, take their coffees and go. The next order was for seven coffees and it was made by three lawyers - three for them and four ‘suspended’. While I still wondered what was the deal with those ‘suspended’ coffees I enjoyed the sunny weather and the beautiful view towards the square infront of the café. Suddenly a man dressed in shabby clothes who looks like a beggar comes in through the door and kindly asks
‘Do you have a suspended coffee ?’

It’s simple - people pay in advance for a coffee meant for someone who can not afford a warm bevarage. The tradition with the suspended coffees started in Naples, but it has spread all over the world and in some places you can order not only a suspended coffee, but also a sandwitch or a whole meal.

Wouldn’t it be wonderful to have such cafés or even grocery stores in every town and city where the less fortunate and hungry will find a warm meal, and a hot beverage? 

how can this be real

Flearoy - Sunshine from Mason Jar Music on Vimeo.

not to be a total tool… but so that you understand the importance…

this song has been on of my best things since i bought their cd in washington square park when they’d play there weekly 4 years ago…

pleased. especially 3:00 onward, drumz…

lest you think i am not still obsessed..

Beautiful things about August, this album is one.

(Source: Spotify)

The nuns taught us there are two ways through life: the way of Nature, and the way of Grace. You have to choose which one you’ll follow. Grace doesn’t try to please itself. Accepts being slighted, forgotten, disliked. Accepts insults and injuries. Nature only wants to please itself. Get others to please it too. Likes to lord it over them. To have its own way. It finds reasons to be unhappy, when all the world is shining around it, when love is smiling through all things. They taught us that no one who loves the way of grace ever comes to a bad end.
I will be true to you. Whatever comes.
The Tree of Life

things i learned today

  • 4 year olds are not too young for chapter books.
  • especially when the book is a chronicle of narnia
  • peanut butter chips are worth the investment
  • especially if they’re your sister’s and you didn’t invest a thing
  • if you pay attention close enough, children will teach you everything. 
  • especially about your own stubbornness and selfishness, for example:
    Coming back from the store today, we had too much to carry in from the car, Rachel asked for her help, Abigail said her hands were full (they weren’t), I didn’t hear the exchange, I asked for help too, Rachel says yeah it’s time for you to help, put down your shiny rock and help, she is super hesitant, in semi-hysterical, “this really sucks, that the world doesn’t exist to suit my needs” tears, drags her feet over to take a bag from me, drags ‘em back to her stone, drops the bag, gets the stone, and hurries in to collapse in a huff on the couch. 
  • there is hope and deep satisfaction promised when we can muster up the courage to face the ugly truth that we are not, despite our constant yearning to be, the center of the universe, for example:
    At bath time, I heard Abigail bragging to her dad about how she helped mom today. “No, really helped, daddy, even when I didn’t want to. I did it.”

My God’s kingdom is like a mustard seed, like a 4 year old being proud of a moment of humiliation — starts as a tiny, useless-looking thing, but, “when planted, it grows and becomes the largest of all garden plants, with such big branches that the birds of the air can perch in its shade.” (Mark 4)