#nature teaches

[journey-to-balance]

Two tomatoes are hanging together on the same branch of the same vine. One of them is ripe, while the other one needs more time to ripen. Same tree, same branch, same conditions, but the ripening time of each is different.

There is an important lesson we can learn from this.

When we see others around us achieving success while we have not, in spite of doing everything others have done, it does not mean we are unsuccessful. It simply means that the right time for us has not yet come.

Just like the tomatoes, each of us has our unique journey and pace of growth. We may be in similar circumstances, but our internal processes unfold differently. Success, whether personal or professional, doesn’t always follow a linear path. Some achieve it early, while others take longer. It’s essential to honor our individual timing.

Patience is crucial. Sometimes, we need to trust the process, even when results aren’t immediate. Trust that our efforts will bear fruit when the time is right. We must hold on and not give up out of frustration. We might just be a few days away from reaching our ripened state.

The ripe tomato didn’t give up during its growth. It faced storms, heat, and insects but persisted. Similarly, setbacks and challenges are part of life. Keep going, adapt, and stay resilient. Embrace your uniqueness. Your journey isn’t a race against others; it’s about becoming the best version of yourself.

Life is not a competition; it’s a journey. Trust your process, cultivate patience, and celebrate your growth.

Nature Heals. Nature Teaches. Nature Inspires.

Our Journey to Balance

Maritza

[captain-flint]

I LOVE ARM

[kori-senpai]

I have never played smash bros in my life

(Edit: I did a part two ayeee ✨ you guys are persuasive (affectionate))

[kagooleo]

the gangs all here!!!

[saltpepperbeard]

thinking about these 21 frames btw. if you even care.

[yum-cy]

the real reason mikey way used to be so quiet and stoic was because his jeans were too tight for anything to fit in his pockets, so he held it all in his mouth

[emloafs]

we may watch the same show but i watch it gayer

[temporal-discounting]

Memories are funny old things. When we remember something, we quite literally rebuild the memory. Through this process, we make errors. Sometimes tiny, inconsequential errors, and sometimes really quite important ones - even though it feels subjectively like we are 'rewatching' the original event exactly how it happened. This all means that our memories are quite slippery, unreliable things; they are not veridical representations of reality.

But what does this all have to do with our beloved gay pirates, I hear you ask? Well, let's just say I would like to kiss on the mouth the person who decided to use a different take to represent Stede's memory of 'You wear fine things well' in s2e2.

Stede clearly knows this was a significant moment and he's turning it over in his mind as he lays on the deck of the Red Flag. He's probably done this many times, and each time, subtle little details have changed.

Just look at the difference in Ed's reactions in the gif on the left (original scene) and the gif on the right (Stede's memory). Ed's expression in the gif on the left is kind of hopeful but guarded. His expression in the gif on the right is less guarded - it's softer.

And in the original scene, Ed does that little scoff of disbelief, which is missing from Stede's memory.

The act of turning this memory over and over in his mind has smoothed the rough edges of the moment away. It's so beautifully done.

[imgoingtosetmyselfonfire]

and if i told you my new interest is the new fairly oddparents.

be warned the tags are a psychoanalysis of his character

[boyjumps]

"The practitioner should be at peace within. Do not seek tranquility outside. There is nothing that can be taken away from a person who is at peace within. " Buddha (Sutta Nipata 919)

[tea-cat-arts]

I simply think this fandom doesn't give Wei Wuxian enough credit for the various ways in which he saved Lan Wangji

[yoga-onion]

- A message from 23 nights temple -

“In times of hardship, there is actually hope and joy. When things are easy, actually trouble and suffering increase.”

-二十三夜堂からのメッセージ-

“苦労しているときには、却って希望や喜びがある。楽をしていると、却って悩みや苦しみが増える。”

[gentlebeard]

How Ed looks at Stede vs how Stede looks at Ed

Part 2

(Inspired by this video)

[crustyfloor]

what classical literature is Ivan reading

[just-your-average-cryptid]

most of us have heard of the red car game. you’re on a road trip, you’re bored, you start looking for red cars to do something.

and then they’re everywhere. you notice them nearly every few minutes.

there aren’t suddenly more red cars now, of course. you were seeing them already, but you weren’t noticing. you weren’t looking.

I am noticing things.

there is a plant I notice everywhere now, a small bushy plant in suburbs, along streets, by shops on the highways. dwarf umbrella bush is what the internet tells me when I look for it’s name. I did this because I wanted to know why,

every time I ever saw it, every place,

it was always dying. always the leaves turning yellow, the branches small and scraggly. inside out - nitrogen deficiency. their soil drained.

I am noticing how many of these landscaping plants are yellowing, how small and sickly they look in just a few years. I am noticing how often the grass outside the house is replaced when it once again turns brown and dry, how the type never changes and the cycle starts again. I am noticing how the unmowed, unkempt spaces on lakesides and roadsides look more alive than this. how the preserve I grew up next to was miles of “messy” unmanicured nature and the ground was covered in leaves instead of grass and there was life.

I am noticing the birds that come by the lake. there was a flash of blue wings and red chest - eastern bluebird, male, relatively common. I had never seen one before. there is a family of ducks that appear every spring; i cannot say if it’s successive generations or different ducks, but I can always look forward to ducklings. there are little brown birds with white heads whose names I do not know - are they some kind of piper? why don’t I already know?

why is it so hard to learn about my native plants (accurately, that is)? why are so many gardening sites littered with people who think a plants value is based on how pretty or useful it is to them, who think a tree shedding leaves is “messy”?

why is knowing about the world we live in so… odd? why is it a hobby and not vital knowledge? I learned about polar equations. I taught myself about mycorrhizal networks and species of insects.

(did you know there are shiny green bees? a special species of wasp pollinating figs? that white flowers bloom at night for moths? do you know? have you looked?)

I cannot look at a lawn and see life anymore. it is a wasteland, devoid of life, dying slowly itself. everywhere is grass, grass, doused in water that runs over into storm drains, soaked in fertilizer and pesticides and a hundred other poisons and sending one clear message:

this is a place of death. life is not welcome here.

I do not think I could live in a city. too loud, yes, too busy, yes, too many people, yes, but the plants would bother me. a tree allotted only a convenient square, surrounded by dead stone and metal.

a forest cleared for this, for burning asphalt streets and racing cars and shops whose bathrooms are “for paying customers only”.

this is a place of death. life is not welcome here.

and now I am noticing.

[sugashook]

commission