lessons in letting go

i’ve always loved stevie nicks and have pretty regular love affairs with her voice. its usually just me on the “sounds like / looks like” comparisons (beginning to think i have a deficiency in whatever vitamin that makes those connections. but then again, the older i get the less i care)…anywho. something about bobbie allen’s voice in this song has the rough & sweet, raw & wild melodic vibes that ever so slightly remind me of nicks and bring me to an era i daydream about living in…  love.

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A Taste of Amsterdam:
Sprinkle Toast

If we may: we’re pretty good eaters. No strangers to international cuisine… >


A Taste of Amsterdam:
Sprinkle Toast

If we may: we’re pretty good eaters. No strangers to international cuisine, we’re always eager to sample the local fare of…

my dear friend marjike introduced me to this when we were living in el salvador. her dutchy ways inspired me to get more in touch with the same blood that graces 50% of my veins. this was hands down one of my favorite snacks she would eat and i plan to keep it’s presence alive and well all my years! eet smakelijk!

You hold the reins on the sun and the moon
Like horses driven by kings
You cover the mountains, the valleys below
With the breadth of your mighty wings

All treasures of wisdom and things to be known
Are hidden inside your hand
And in this fortunate turn of events
You ask me to be your friend
You ask me to be your friend

And you,
You are my first
You are my last
You are my future and my past

The constellations are swimming inside
The breadth of your desire
Where could I run, where could I hide
from your heart’s jealous fire

All treasures of wisdom and things to be known
Are hidden inside your hand
And in this fortunate turn of events
You ask me to be your friend
You ask me to be your friend

And you,
You are my first
You are my last
You are my future and my past

You are the beginning and the end

//john mark mcmillan

this guy’s words are touching places in my heart that have been asleep for too long. the places i know are dormant - still alive - but guiltily untouched and being quietly awoken with grace beyond comprehension.

I don’t want to look back in five years time and think, ‘We could have been magnificent, but I was afraid.’ In 5 years I want to tell of how fear tried to cheat me out of the best thing in life, and I didn’t let it.

—(via laurenarlene)

(Source: thedbldee, via kdevranos)