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