Tarot By Jayson
xoxothescenery:

I should be last minute Christmas shopping but…

xoxothescenery:

I should be last minute Christmas shopping but…

jesshateslife:

such sleep

jesshateslife:

such sleep

wowdogemuch:

So plant. Very photosynthesis.

wowdogemuch:

So plant. Very photosynthesis.

shibe-doge:

much exercise 

shibe-doge:

much exercise 

evandellphotography:

if it aint #dogue it aint #vogue #shibainu #shibe

evandellphotography:

if it aint #dogue it aint #vogue #shibainu #shibe

ianlikesdrumz:

such fierce
much roar
wow

ianlikesdrumz:

such fierce

much roar

wow

To Bear a Ring of Power.

What if each of us bears a ‘ring of power?’ Perhaps each of us has a supreme duty to self and others to use that power in whatever capacity, great or small, and take the journey of life to burn away the fear and enmity that pervades the soul of our world community, freeing our hearts and minds into the realm of compassion. Each and every one of us is responsible for the future of our world, and just like the fellowship in middle earth, maybe only a handful of people will really know what you’re doing, where you’re truly going, and when you’ve left us all, but deep down we all appreciate the sacrifices made to cast away the deceptions of the perceived power of hate and fear into our own personal Mt. Doom, and banish little by little, hell on earth. In a way, the ring created Sauron, and only because he allowed it. And in the end, it destroyed him too.

A moment of self-compassion can change your entire day. A string of such moments can change the course of your life.
Christopher Germer (via psych-facts)

elige:

“You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body 
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.” 
― Mary Oliver