Miranda Panda's Mental Bamboo

Seminoles, The Grateful Dead, funk, and peace. Hell ya.


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One door closed and another opened.

some very bad news ended up turning into some very good times. I spent time with people I never would have been able to get to know so deeply, I was able to do things I never would have had time for. I’m leaving for the trail wishing I could hold on for a little bit longer…but knowing that I have a lot to come back to. I’m excited about what’s out there, but now, I’m also excited about what and who are back here.

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Our prime purpose in this life is to help others. And if you can’t help them, at least don’t hurt them. Dalai Lama XIV  (via awelltraveledwoman)

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brendan-i-am:

One of my favorite smells…

brendan-i-am:

One of my favorite smells…

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We are not Groupies. Groupies sleep with rockstars because they want to be near someone famous. We are here because of the music, we inspire the music. We are Band Aids.

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theflyingostrich:

brettwrites:

Desperation to Triumph in the Land of the Free
A broken home. Teenage homelessness. The murder of a sibling and best friend. The 64-year-old soul musician Charles Bradley has lived a life full of heartache, pain, and now, victory. It’s a story only possible in America, and best told in his words.

This guy made me cry mid-interview. Hopefully, that says more about him than it does me.

theflyingostrich:

brettwrites:

Desperation to Triumph in the Land of the Free

A broken home. Teenage homelessness. The murder of a sibling and best friend. The 64-year-old soul musician Charles Bradley has lived a life full of heartache, pain, and now, victory. It’s a story only possible in America, and best told in his words.

This guy made me cry mid-interview. Hopefully, that says more about him than it does me.

My Body is a Temple

It’s an odd feeling…rather an odd musing…being sick, but feeling great. Trying to grasp that not every illness comes with the chills, a fever, or a stomach ache. Taking care of my body most of my life, fueling it with only the best foods and staying active. Living in harmony with the earth and the universe, feeling like the epitome of health. Believing something to be one way, and seeing it to be one way, yet learning that in reality it is another way entirely. Transparency was my resolution. But the surface can hide so much.

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rollingstone:

Forty years ago this month, Island Records founder Chris Blackwell introduced the world to Bob Marley and the Wailers with the groundbreaking album Catch a Fire. The seminal work smoothly blended pop and protest with a slow, syncopated shuffle. It broke racial, religious and musical barriers and put Marley on the map. Find out what Chris Blackwell had to tell us about the new wave of Jamaican music, being saved by Rastafarians, making rum and how Fats Domino helped pave the way for reggae.

rollingstone:

Forty years ago this month, Island Records founder Chris Blackwell introduced the world to Bob Marley and the Wailers with the groundbreaking album Catch a Fire. The seminal work smoothly blended pop and protest with a slow, syncopated shuffle. It broke racial, religious and musical barriers and put Marley on the map. Find out what Chris Blackwell had to tell us about the new wave of Jamaican music, being saved by Rastafarians, making rum and how Fats Domino helped pave the way for reggae.

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But to come home each night
have a drink, go to bed,
and be so deeply understood by you
would be the greatest gift of my life
(via soul-surfer)

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brought to me by a new musical inspiration in my life.

(Source: Spotify)

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So, I collapsed on the bottom bunk thinking if people were rain, I was a drizzle, and she was a hurricane. John Green, Looking for Alaska (via perfect)

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