My own brain
is to me the most unaccountable of machinery –
always buzzing,
humming,
soaring
roaring
diving,
and then buried in mud.
And why?
What’s this passion for?
~ Virginia Woolf
Credits: Poem – Et in Arcadia Ego*
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Wonderful – and what a powerful photo to accompany her words..What is all this passion for? For without it, what would life be..
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Yes. Reminds me of:
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Yup – and given that there will always be stress, we need the passion as a counter balance.
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yes….
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“Rest in reason, move in passion.” Khalil Gibran
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Just look at you! Pulling out Gibran at 5:31 am. Go forth with speed young lady!
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She’s pretty awesome isn’t she?
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Full of it (awesomeness)
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it’s what makes us know we’re really alive.
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Yes!
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Indeed, Virginia. It’s quite something all that activity, but I hate it when the mud comes D:
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Laughing. So true.
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it is what we are all here to discover–what our passion is and what it is for
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Yes, a lifelong pursuit…
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Beautiful.
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