My education has been so unwitting I can’t quite tell which of my thoughts come from me and which from my books, but that’s how I’ve stayed attuned to myself and the world around me for the past thirty-five years. Because when I read, I don’t really read; I pop a beautiful sentence in my mouth and suck it like a fruit drop, or I sip it like a liqueur until the thought dissolves in me like alcohol, infusing brain and heart and coursing on through the veins to the root of each blood vessel.
—Bohumil Hrabal, Too Loud a Solitude
Photo: forkandbeans.com via mouthwateringvegan
love that… so visual…
Ah measured appreciation – like my Glenfarclas 15 yr Old Malt – has to be savoured only then is it appreciated 😎
From fruit drop to Glenfarcias. Now that escalated quickly! 🙂
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Yes…yes…savored and delicious and enjoyed until the residual flavor is a memory..
Yes….
Perfect, perfect, perfect!
Isn’t it though!?!?
yes –
Poetic Justice
Yes. Well captured!
Just the title got me salivating
Smiling. Me too!
exactly!
Brilliant, Beautiful…
Now I’ll pop this beautiful post in my mouth and let it melt like a Lindt Lindor milk chocolate truffle.
Laughing. Fruit drops to chocolate. That escalated quickly.
” I pop a beautiful sentence in my mouth”…and savor the complexity, letting it drip, as it can’t be contained, like warm, soft, fresh flesh giving way to peach juice, running down my chin, just picked from the tree and taste tested, I take another bite, continued to savor and smile…wanting more, I continue the gathering…
Smiling. Exactly.
It is like this!! 😃