Being born is like this:
The sunflowers slowly turn their corollas toward the sun.
The wheat is ripe.
The bread is eaten with sweetness.
My impulse connects to that of the roots of the trees.
— Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star
Notes:
- Quote: Thank you Beth @ Alive on All Channels)
- Book Cover / Portrait of Clarice Lispector via kobo.com
Every sense comes alive
Yes!
She’s one of the most beautiful humans the universe has produced.
What about Dale?
What a coincidence. I’m chatting with the most beautiful current day human being right now, my Dale!
See!
You guys are killing me…
Cause next time she disappears for 2-5 years, it will just be us left behind.
She ain’t disappearing again. We won’t let her.
What? Whatchu talkin’ about?
Laughing. Just watching your back.
Such a pal, you are…
Hahaha! So we all laugh together, then.
Heck, I’m laughing and I don’t even know why, but the exchange between the three of you is delightful!
Hmmmmm