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Is it possible to be investing in the wrong people? Because that’s how I feel most of the time.

Feeling Blue
On nights like these, I close out everything on my computer and get into this mood where I miss the ocean. Having moved out to the East Coast, I don’t get to wake up before dawn anymore and drive down to the beach to watch the sun rise and capture a few photos.

I miss how the sun felt on my face, how I’d catch the salt breeze brush up against me, and how the rhythmic beating of the ocean’s heart crashed with each wave.

Nights like these, I miss California.

(Source: blog.pouriolee.com)

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The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in meand I wake in the night at the least soundin fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,I go and lie down where the wood drakerests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethoughtof grief. I come into the presence of still water.And I feel above me the day-blind starswaiting with their light. For a timeI rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
—Wendell Berry
The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in meand I wake in the night at the least soundin fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,I go and lie down where the wood drakerests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethoughtof grief. I come into the presence of still water.And I feel above me the day-blind starswaiting with their light. For a timeI rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
—Wendell Berry

The Peace of Wild Things

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things 
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

—Wendell Berry

(Source: blog.pouriolee.com)