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"My earliest memory of my dad is probably of him somewhere in a garden covered in dirt, somewhere hot, a tropical garden, in jeans, khakis, covered in dirt just continuously planting trees. I think that’s what I thought he did for the first seven years of my life. I was completely unaware that he had anything to do with music. I came home one day from school after being chased by kids singing ‘Yellow Submarine’, and I didn’t understand why. It just seemed surreal: why are they singing that song to me? I came home and I freaked out on my dad: ‘Why didn’t you tell me you were in The Beatles?’ And he said, ‘Oh, sorry. Probably should have told you that.’"
— Dhani Harrison (via itwastwentyyearsagotoday)
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This picture makes me think of those hectic mornings before leaving for the beach. When I was younger, it was my mom attempting to wrangle my sisters and I into the car and already bathed in sunscreen before getting to touch as much as a shell. Or skipping/leaving early in high school just to spend the day at South Point and timing everything just perfectly to not get caught. When I finally reached my destination, that is when I truly felt at home and despite what happened beforehand what I knew I would have the most perfect day. I am balanced out by you all of my anxiety about things are silenced and overcome and swallowed whole just like waves at the beach.
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This reminds me of one of my favorite quotes from Isak Dinesen “The cure for anything is salt water- sweat, tears, or the sea.”
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Sign Of The Times of the Day: Amen.
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