Like a Lou’siana fairytale | Lake Martin, LA
"This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown, or to any man or number of men—go freely with powerful uneducated persons, and with the young, and with the mothers of families—re-examine all you have been told in school or church or in any book, and dismiss whatever insults your own soul; and your very flesh shall be a great poem, and have the richest fluency, not only in its words, but in the silent lines of its lips and face, and between the lashes of your eyes, and in every motion and joint of your body."
—from Preface to “Leaves of Grass” (1855)
We’re pretty sure this photo of the super moon rising at Delicate Arch in Arches National Park, is one of the best super moon photo to be found anywhere online.
Photo: National Park Service
I got really aspirational this weekend, staying with some friends in the Hamptons. I know that I’m never going to own their beautiful house or live in their beautiful town, because I’m a fiction writer and also a single woman. Let’s be real: Neither one of those things pays that well.
But lately I’ve been dreaming I’d like to own a house *somewhere* *someday* whereas never before have I even considered that a dream worth having. I spent so long in the hole I didn’t even know what it was like to be on solid ground. Now I’ve picked myself up and dusted myself off and everything is just flat around me. I’m standing on steadier legs. The earth beneath me feels safe.
Dreams I had in my twenties were (1) to find a city I could live in for a while and (2) find an apartment I didn’t hate. Dreams I had in my thirties were (1) figure out what I wanted to do with my life and (2) figure out how to keep doing it and pay my bills. Dreams I have in my forties are (1) be the fucking BEST at what I do and (2) be a more loving and open person.
I never dreamed of love because I was too busy figuring out who I was but now I do, I dream of that. I never dreamed of a home of my own because I was too busy just keeping the lights on wherever I was. I never dreamed of acquiring things, I only wanted to see the world. I never dreamed of corporate success because I hungered for a different kind of experience and knowledge.
I still want to see the world and keep learning; I will never stop doing those things. Only to put a stake in the ground somewhere, to have a little piece of something that is mine and mine alone no matter what, suddenly appeals to me. A home of my own would probably feel like paradise. I would probably sleep so well there. I would probably sleep like a baby, just born, brand new. And then I could dream of what is next.
Photography by Katarzyna Narloch-Liberra (Miastko, Poland); Hveravellir, Iceland
“Many of the religious apologists out there are not stupid people, they are often brilliant. People working in the field of theology and philosophy smart people everywhere. What they are those religious apologists are smart poeple who can build these amazingly intricate rationalizations for whatever weird practice they favor. Whether it’s ritual cannibalism, or praying to spirits, or treating women as chattel. And they always building this on terrible shaky foundation of false premises.”
On his popular science blog, Pharyngula, PZ Myers has entertained millions of readers with his infectious love of evolutionary science and his equally infectious disdain for creationism, biblical literalism, intelligent design theory, and other products of godly illogic. This funny and fearless book collects and expands on some of his most popular writings, giving the religious fanaticism of our times the gleeful disrespect it deserves by skewering the apocalyptic fantasies, magical thinking, hypocrisies, and pseudoscientific theories advanced by religious fundamentalists of all stripes. Forceful and articulate, scathing and funny, The Happy Atheist is a reaffirmation of the revelatory power of humor and the truth-revealing powers of science and reason. Read an excerpt here: http://ow.ly/z1Avd
Henry David Thoreau was born in Concord, Massachusetts on this day in 1817.
"I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude. We are for the most part more lonely when we go abroad among men than when we stay in our chambers. A man thinking or working is always alone, let him be where he will."
—from WALDEN (1854)
Want to live on the edge? Visit a place recreated each day by ocean wind and waves. Assateague Island National Seashore has adapted to an existence on the move. Explore sandy beaches, salt marshes, maritime forests and coastal bays. Rest, relax, recreate and enjoy some time on the edge of the continent.
Photo: Zach Egolf (www.sharetheexperience.org)
It’s not that I deserved it or earned it in any sort of real way but I needed it anyway and now here I am. I don’t need anyone’s permission to do something nice for myself, is a lesson I have learned as I have gotten older. I only need my own.
Submitted by Hillary