When you were born they put you in a little box and slapped a label on it

“When you were born they put you in a little box and slapped a label on it. But if we begin to notice these categories no longer fit us, maybe it’ll mean that we’ve finally arrived—just unpacking the boxes, making ourselves at home.”

John Koenig, The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrow

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Source: Nikkie Lamb




Lightly child, lightly


The heavy things
have come so lightly lately.
But this was what momentum meant:
momentous moments sitting
lined up like shot glasses.
Throw your head back
and throw back your life.
This was predictable;
this is inertia.
Life was immovable,
till it moved.



  • Image Source: Mennyfox55
  • Poem Source: To Escape From the Commonplaces of Existence
  • 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.”

A Murmur. Yes, Maybe.


For once
the mocking, predictable voice
inside my head that says “No way”
is silent.
In fact, I think I can just barely make out
some other, quieter voice, whispering,

― Katrina Kenison, Magical Journey: An Apprenticeship in Contentment

Photograph: Anka Zhuravleva (“Ginger“)



Time to, Begin. Move the blood.


A new place.
Awakened eye
Seeing freshly.
What does that do to
The old blood moving through
Its channels?

~ Naomi Shihab Nye, Fresh from You & Yours

Notes: Poem: Thank you Whiskey River. Gif: bakabt from Sound! Euphonium

Courage. No. Excuse me. Real Courage.


The most beautiful flowers of courage
are not seen in the showy,
loose petalled bouquets of our leaders,
enormous gardenias perfuming whole banquet rooms.
No, they are blossoms like this:
a child-sized young woman with a homely face,
alone on a seat on the city bus,
eyelashes thick with mascara,
lipstick smudged onto her small, determined mouth.

~ Ted Kooser, July. The Wheeling Year: A Poet’s Field Book

Image Source: Ziemowit Maj



Source: Thegoodvibe.com

Take an axe to the prison wall


Become the sky
Take an axe to the prison wall
Walk out
like someone suddenly born into color.

~ Rumi

Credits: Image – poppins-me; Poem – Thank you Make Believe Boutique

I wish I had not been so reserved*


*Joseph Cornell’s final words: “I wish I had not been so reserved.”

Sources: Gif/Photograph – gifak-net. Quote Source: hyperallergic.com via invisiblestories