Fly. Pause. Fly.

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Source: Journal of a Nobody

 

Gripping its shoulders with cool white hands

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We see only the moon’s fixed face, as you know. It never turns aside in pain, in anger or disgust. It is thus the good parent, holding the earth at arm’s length, gripping its shoulders with cool white hands, turning and turning around it as if it were saying good-bye, as if it were taking one last long look. But the moon with its homely, familiar face, has been wishing that we fare well every evening for millions of years, fully knowing that we would be there in the morning, ready to try.


Photo: Russell Tomlin (The Oregon Honey Moon) via This is Everything

 

SMWI*: Move

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Notes: SMWI* = Saturday Morning Work-Out Inspiration. Photo: Lucy Nakolendo (corpo solido)  via Life and Lover

 

It’s been a long day

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Sometimes I grow weary with all the days, with their fits and starts. I want to climb some old gray mountain, slowly, taking the rest of my lifetime to do it, resting often, sleeping under the pines or, above them, on the unclothed rocks. I want to see how many stars are still in the sky that we have smothered for years now, a century at least. I want to look back at everything, forgiving it all, and peaceful, knowing the last thing there is to know.

All that urgency! Not what the earth is about!

How silent the trees, their poetry being of themselves only. I want to take slow steps, and think appropriate thoughts.

In ten thousand years, maybe, a piece of the mountain will fall.

~ Mary Oliver, The Poet Dreams of the Mountain. Swan: Poems and Prose Poems


Photo: NerySoul

Lightly child, lightly

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Wake up, you poets:
let echoes end,
and voices begin.

— Antonio Machado


Notes:

  • Image Source by Elâine Cristine.
  • Poem source: “XXIV” of “Forty Poems Chosen from ‘Moral Proverbs and Folk Songs,’” Times Alone: Selected Poems of Antonio Machado via memoryslandscape
  • 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.”

Guess.What.Day.It.Is?

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Notes:

Flying over I-95 S. On Sunday Morning.

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It’s 10:00 am. This Sunday Morning. I’m in the car heading to LaGuardia to catch AA 1082, departing at noon.

Saturday was my Sunday. Sunday is my Monday.

I’m a flight and a half away from 2,000,000 miles, and that’s just on American Airlines. I’ve been around the earth 80 times. 80 times. Years of chasing Status, frequent flier status and upgrades. As Kalanithi explains, ‘a chasing after wind, indeed.’ How many Sunday nights in a hotel room, sitting on the bed in front of the TV, eating alone? 

The Boeing twin jet 737-800 taxis to its final turn, pauses, inhales to gather a head of steam, and then Roars down the runway.  I close my eyes and feel. Thrust. Power. Acceleration. Wheels rumbling down the tarmac. Faster. Faster. Faster. And then — calm, and lift off — the Iron Bird is up.  Wings tilt sharply left, and I lean. We surge upward, higher, the nose pointed to the heavens. The weight of the climb, a soft hand on the chest, the back, a magnet affixed firmly to the door of the refrigerator.  A sacred message as you head Up. Sit, wait, pause, be still.

I press the recline button and ease the seat gently backward.

The kids, no, now young adults, were both sleeping when I left the house this morning. They were up late last night, increasingly leading separate lives. Dad, clutching on a string. Oh, go ahead, wake them up, or at least give them a kiss on the cheek before you go.  I linger in front of Eric’s door, and then Rachel’s door. For some reason, I can’t bring myself to wake them. I walk down the stairs and out the door.  I settle in the car. Inhale. Melancholia, campfire smoke in my lungs.

I slip my earbuds in. My eye lids are heavy. I’m drifting in and out. The plane has leveled off. [Read more…]

Guess.What.Day.It.Is?

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Notes:

SMWI*: Synchro

Underwater Grace

Photographer Jonathan Yeap Chin Tiong’s photographs on synchronized swimming in Singapore has made the short-list of Sony World Photography Awards. More than 170,000 images compete for the award.

See more of the finalists photos here: See 30 of the Best Photos Short-Listed in the Sony World Photography Awards


SMWI* = Saturday Morning Work-Out Inspiration

Guess.What.Day.It.Is?

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Caleb’s baby!


Source:Frans de Waal – Public Page . Thank you Horty.