No writing is wasted. Did you know that sourdough from San Francisco is leavened partly by a bacteria called lactobacillus sanfrancisensis? It is native to the soil there, and does not do well elsewhere. But any kitchen can become an ecosystem. If you bake a lot, your kitchen will become a happy home to wild yeasts, and all your bread will taste better. Even a failed loaf is not wasted. Likewise, cheese makers wash the dairy floor with whey. Tomato gardeners compost with rotten tomatoes. No writing is wasted: the words you can’t put in your book can wash the floor, live in the soil, lurk around in the air. They will make the next words better.

Erin Bow (via observando)

libutron:

Pied Falconet - Microhierax melanoleucos
Members of the genus Microhierax (Falconiformes - Falconidae) are the smallest of falcons. This species, Microhierax melanoleucos, grows up to 20 cm and has a maximum wingspan of 37 cm.
Some individuals of the Pied Falconet have a thin white line across the base of the cere, over the eyes and down to the breast giving the appearance of a white face with large black eye patches.
The Pied Falconet is found in the forests of Bangladesh, China, India, Lao People’s Democratic Republic, and Viet Nam.
References: [1] - [2]
Photo credit: ©阿棋 (Kei) Looking@Nature | Locality: unknown (2011)

libutron:

Pied Falconet - Microhierax melanoleucos

Members of the genus Microhierax (Falconiformes - Falconidae) are the smallest of falcons. This species, Microhierax melanoleucos, grows up to 20 cm and has a maximum wingspan of 37 cm.

Some individuals of the Pied Falconet have a thin white line across the base of the cere, over the eyes and down to the breast giving the appearance of a white face with large black eye patches.

The Pied Falconet is found in the forests of Bangladesh, China, India, Lao People’s Democratic Republic, and Viet Nam.

References: [1] - [2]

Photo credit: ©阿棋 (Kei) Looking@Nature | Locality: unknown (2011)

(via awelltraveledwoman)

I look at people’s hands to be able to read the story of them. To see the truth behind their display. I have seen women’s hands who look like they have torn down buildings & others who’s hands wouldn’t dare touch anything that isn’t handed to them. I have seen men’s hands that look like they’ve held the weight of the world so long that it’s left behind blisters & I’ve seen others who’s years have left behind a stain that will never wash away. I’ve seen children’s hands that show all the colors they see the world in & others whose hand show that their mother never bothered to hold it at all. Then I find myself looking at my hands, to try and see what story I project. A correlation of pen ink, chipped nails & wrinkles that resemble a 50 year old woman. Our hands have a lot more to say than our mouth does sometimes.

Tales to tell/ Elizabeth V. evwriting (via evwriting)

I will have nothing to do with a God who cares only occasionally. I need a God who is with us always, everywhere, in the deepest depths as well as the highest heights. It is when things go wrong, when good things do not happen, when our prayers seem to have been lost, that God is most present. We do not need the sheltering wings when things go smoothly. We are closest to God in the darkness, stumbling along blindly.

Madeleine L’Engle (via middlenameconfused)

You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. Fools stand on their island of opportunities and look toward another land. There is no other land; there is no other life but this.
― Henry David Thoreau

I ask not for any crown
But that which all may win;
Nor try to conquer any world
Except the one within.

Louisa May Alcott (via observando)