anonymous asked:

What would it be like if our shadows were people who loves us in our past life?

It seems more fitting to a poem or a short story doesn’t it? A few short words like

They told me I could be with you again, stay with you even as things have changed

We are sewn together at the feet, touching every second of every day but you cannot feel me. I can feel you… perhaps that is enough

Sometimes, when I linger, I see you have two shadows perhaps even three or more. Who are they? You’ve never mentioned them, but then again, you’ve never mentioned me.

It doesn’t hurt like I thought it would, watching you love again. You’ve lived so vibrantly and beautifully, it is enough that I had my time with you. What hurts the most, the thing that tortures me in my incorporeal existence… 
When the world is at it’s brightest, i am as close to you as I can be. But when the world turns to darkness… 
I vanish. Just like the first time… Even as you are reborn again and again I know I wasn’t there when you needed me most. And I never am, as much as I struggle and cry out I can not find you in the dark.

I miss you… I’m sorry.

Do you remember how we played, when you were just a little girl? Painting shadow creatures on the wall with the tiniest flashlight in you hands. And how when you were a bit older you told your friends you weren’t scared of the dark like they were. Was that because you knew I was there? You’ve always been so brave.

It’s so bright out today. You’re talking about going out and enjoying the sun and I hope that you do. The shadows are the strongest in the light. Maybe I can walk with you.

Sometimes you stare at your shadow. Do you know that its me? Can you feel it watching you too?

Stepping-stones for awakening our compassion ~ Pema Chödron

There’s no way to make a dreadful situation pretty. But we can use the pain of it to recognize our sameness with other people. Shantideva said that since all sentient beings suffer from strong, conflicting emotions, and all sentient beings get what they don’t want and can’t hold on to what they do want, and all sentient beings have physical distress, why am I making such a big deal about just me? Since we’re all in this together, why am I making such a big deal about myself? The attitude of the ferryman is that whatever usually drags us down and causes us to withdraw into ourselves is the stepping-stone for awakening our compassion and for contacting the vast, unbiased mind of the warrior.

– Pema Chödron

from the book “Living Beautifully with Uncertainty and Change”
ISBN: 978-1590309636 -


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Going back back to cali cali 

Street Etiquette in LA

lacoste Pool Party – A brief recap of our trip to California working on a project with the good folks over at Lacoste, which resulted in a much needed pool party. After such a crazy winter here in New York City to touch down in California was too good to pass up. 

Check out some more images from trip here from us and other contributors

“Feeling some major Bonnaroo blues this week! Wishing I was eating food truck grilled cheese on The Farm” - @stefaneejill on Instagram

Conversation with my Best Friend
  • S.M.:Why couldn't one of us be a dude?
  • Me:That would be too easy
  • S.M.:So I guess I have to keep looking?
  • Me:No one loves you like your best friend but you have someone to compare them to.
  • S.M.:I'm looking for a sequel
  • Me:I wouldn't say sequel some sequels suck. How about a husband that's a lover and the best guy friendthen the best friend that's the soul mate.
  • S.M.:Deal! Where do I sign up?
  • Me:You decide to live beautifully then sign the time line of life with the pen of patience :)