Monday Morning Wake-Up Call

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Photographer: Robby Cavanaugh via My Modern Met

Saturday Morning.

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One thing we’ve learned this summer is that a house is not an end in itself, any more than “home” is just one geographic location where things feel safe and familiar. Home can be anyplace in which we create our own sense of rest and peace as we tend to the spaces in which we eat and sleep and play. It is a place that we create and re-create in every moment, at every stage of our lives, a place where the plain and common becomes cherished and the ordinary becomes sacred.

― Katrina Kenison, The Gift of an Ordinary Day: A Mother’s Memoir


Painting: Edward Gordon, Wind from the Sea, via The Sensual Starfish

 

Monday Morning Wake-Up Call

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Source: mennyfox55

 

Coffee, electrified with the aroma of cardamom

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Gently place one spoonful of the ground coffee, electrified with the aroma of cardamom, on the rippling surface of the hot water, then stir slowly, first clockwise, then up and down. Add the second spoonful and stir up and down, then counterclockwise. Now add the third. Between spoonfuls, take the pot away from the fire and bring it back. For the final touch, dip the spoon in the melting powder, fill and raise it a little over the pot, then let it drop back. Repeat this several times until the water boils again and a small mass of the blond coffee remains on the surface, rippling and ready to sink. Don’t let it sink. Turn off the heat, and pay no heed to the rockets. Take the coffee to the narrow corridor and pour it lovingly and with a sure hand into a little white cup: dark-colored cups spoil the freedom of the coffee. Observe the paths of the steam and the tent of rising aroma. Now light your first cigarette, made for this cup of coffee, the cigarette with the flavor of existence itself, unequaled by the taste of any other except that which follows love, as the woman smokes away the last sweat and the fading voice.

~ Mahmoud Darwish, from Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982


Notes:

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Source: homemadehooplah.com

Monday Morning Wake-Up Call

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Angry Owls by giovannag (via Your Eyes Blaze Out)

Monday Morning Wake-Up Call

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Source: Thank you Cindy Knoke.

Saturday Morning. Sleeping in? Miracle. All of it. 

Juliet Alpha November
When you fall asleep, your body enters a state of slumber, but it nonetheless keeps ticking,  its life continues, ready to resume where it left off. Your consciousness, however, vanishes completely. In no sense does it keep ticking. You, as we say, pass out. And when you emerge again, either in a dream or when you finally resume waking life, you emerge from nothing – but the very same you that you were before. The fact of your self bootstrapping itself back into existence is such a familiar happening that you may not be as astonished by it as you should be. Nonetheless, you can scarcely fail to notice what goes on. And it could well provide an essential plank in your reasoning about immortality. Such a proven capacity for endless resurrection out of nothing is the one thing that proves everlasting existence.

– Nicholas Humphrey, Soul Dust: The Magic of Consciousness


Post title inspired by Albert Einstein’s quote: “There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.”


Sources: Quote – Thank you Whiskey River. Photo: Juliet Alpha November – Anne

 

 

 

Early Mornings

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The air of those rooms
was saturated with the fine bouquet of a silence
so nourishing, so succulent,
that I never went into them
without a sort of greedy anticipation,
particularly on those first mornings, chilly still…

― Marcel Proust, Swann’s Way


Sources: Quote: The Hammock Papers. Photograph – Nini Poppins

Monday Morning Wake-Up Call

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Source: Jeremy Geddes Art via mennyfox55