Source: thisisnthappiness
Author: Live & Learn
Monday Morning Wake-Up Call
“….Why it’s time to drop the ‘new year, new you’ BS—and learn to accept yourself. Once you radically accept yourself and your reality, you are able to focus on what you can control and start moving through life…” (Read full article here)
— Dr. Wendy Oliver-Pyatt, from “Why it’s time to drop the ‘new year, new you’ BS—and learn to accept yourself” (Fastcompany.com, 12/29/21)
Notes: Calvin & Hobbes via thisisnthappiness & Peteski
Sunday Afternoon
I have loved the peacefulness of an ordinary Sunday.
It is like standing in a newly planted garden after a warm rain.
You can feel the silent and invisible life.
— Marilynne Robinson, Gilead: A Novel
Notes: Quote via Mythology of Blue. Photo: DK @ Daybreak. 7:21 am, January 2, 2022. 52° F. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT. More photos from this morning here.
Year’s End
Year’s end,
all corners
of this floating world, swept.
— Matsuo Bashō (1644-1694), “Zen Poetry: Let the Spring Breeze Enter.” Translated by Lucien Stryk and Takashi Ikemoto
Notes:
- Photo: DK @ Daybreak. 6:44 am, December 31, 2021. 45° F & light fog. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT. More photos from this morning here.
- Haiku: Thank you Whiskey River
I touch her (them) with the eyes of my skin
- Photo: Backyard Visitors. DK @ Daybreak. 7:35 a.m. this morning.
- Post Title & Inspiration:
The way a deer emerges from a thicket
is the opposite of a wound.Like the moon in the morning —
all firmament, beautiful, about to vanish.Each morning I walk out my apartment
& wonder what is going to become of me.— Devin Kelly, “Deer on the Side of an American Highway,” published in drDOCTOR (via bostonpoetryslam)
- And also inspired by:
We move within the snow-chromed world—: Like-animal. Like-deer. An alphabet. Along a street white as lamp light into the winter, walking—: like language, a new text. I touch her with the eyes of my skin.
~ Natalie Diaz, from ‘Between the Palm and the Ear” (Boston Review)