Walking Cross-Town. Waxing and Waning.

Simon Birch

It’s Tuesday. 6 am.
The Metro-North train arrives at Grand Central.
I’m walking across town.
It’s there.
I’m, Unstoppable.

Today. It’s back.
The energy geyser bursting from the Center.
The Possibilities? Endless.
Hope?  Springs eternal.
Mystery source?  Soul. Powered. Soulerpowered.*

Other days.
The cauldron bubbles.
The witches’ brew stews.
Lifeless. Listless. Lethargic. Languid.
It? It’s just not there.

William James had a bead on it.  The Human energizing. The sum-total of activities. Some outer. Some inner. Some muscular. Some emotional. Some moral. Some spiritual.  The waxing and waning in himself he is at times so well aware.  How to keep it an appreciable maximum? How not to let the level lapse? That is the great problem.

I feel this lapsing.
Mr. Miyagi’s Wax On, Wax off. [Read more…]

Answer Pending

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Notes: John Baldessari 2013 Postcard via Visual Poetry. Balderssari bio on wiki.

Monday Morning Wake-Up Call

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Source: Jeremy Geddes Art via mennyfox55

 

Saturday Morning Work-Out Inspiration

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Check out Clara’s other work on Instagram.

She is graphic designer and illustrator from Tuscany now living in Berlin.

Source: thesensualstarfish

Lightly child, lightly

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“Was it hard?” I ask.
Letting go?”
Not as hard as
holding on to something
that wasn’t real.

― Lisa Schroeder


Notes:

  • Image Source: Simon Birch artist via ufunk.net and mennyfox55
  • Prior “Lightly child, lightly” Posts? Connect here.
  • Post Title & Inspiration: Aldous Huxley: “It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.”

Over and over it plays

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I hate that my mind
revolves around a single thought,
stuck in a sort of endless loop.
Over and over it plays,
wearing away at sanity.

~ Dau Voire


Notes: Artist: Raluca Vulcan Artpage via Mennyfox55. Quote: theGoodvibe.co

 

Moon Scallops

Henry Domke

Henry Domke

Henry Domke creates nature art for hospitals. His “first career” was a family practice physician. He started his company, Henry Domke Fine Art, when he saw a need for better and more appropriate art for hospitals and medical facilities. At the time, research was beginning to tell a compelling story about how patients exposed to nature, or even images of nature, healed more quickly, had less stress, and required less pain medication. He states that the very best part of his job is hearing stories from patients who’ve seen one of his pictures in a hospital or doctor’s office and has been moved by it.

Read more about Henry Domke and see more of his work here: Henry Domke Fine Art.


Source: Mennyfox55

Because what are we without five minutes ago?

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My husband, Rich, lost his memory after he was hit by a car and suffered traumatic brain injury. In a moment of perfect clarity he once described his loss like this. “Pretend you are walking up the street with your friend. You are looking in windows. But right behind you is a man with a huge paint roller filled with white paint and he is painting over everywhere you’ve been, erasing everything. He erases your friend. You don’t even remember his name.” It’s terrifying. Because we are we without five minutes ago? What are we without our stories? Where is the continuum of consciousness? Is it all one big lily pad of a moment?

~ Abigail Thomas, Thinking About Memoir


Image: Street Art via mennyfox55

It’s been a long day

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I lie
dismantled.
I feel the hours.
Do they veer to dusk?
Or dawn?

~ Li-Young Lee, from “Furious Versions,” in The City in Which I Love You


Credits: Poem Source: metaphorformetaphor. Image: Nini Poppins

What is striking

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We are so small and
the greatness is so great. […]
What is striking is
the enormous force of weakness.

~ Hélène Cixous, from “The Cauliflower of the Lautaret,” Love Itself: In the Letter Box


Credits: Image – Exactly  Poem: The Journey of Words