Saturday Morning

ear-pale

How are you?
Silence again.
Fine, fine, I mumble, fine,
unraveling like string…

Sandra Cisneros, from “Drought” in My Wicked Ways: Poems


Notes:

Lying on my back / Watching stars collide / Let it all rain down

If you leave / When I go / Find me / In the shallows / Lying on my back / Watching stars collide / Let it all rain down…

Shallows’ is taken from Daughter’s first album ‘If You Leave’.

Find band background, bio and related post: Daughter

T.G.I.F.: Does this bird make my butt look big?


Source: Lilac Breasted Roller bird sitting on a zebra from NajivuniaKuwaMkenya‏ (via Cheetah Camp).

Flying Over I-95 N. With Radar O’Reilly.

sky-clouds,aerial

I’m 39,800 feet up and heading home. I receive a text message from my Assistant.

“7:30 am tomorrow. Meeting just hit your calendar.”

“OK”

It was 3 years ago. I had slogged through a conga line of candidate interviews – job hoppers, unexplainable gaps on resumes, typos, gum snappers…and…poor chemistry.

She stepped into my office.  I scanned her resume. Professional presentation. No typos. Higher education. Limited job hopping.  OK, so what’s the catch?

It was late afternoon. We walked through her work experience, why she was looking to leave her current role, how she’d found me.  Her responses were polite and brief, no extra words. Two introverts suffocating the silence. Do I bring this out in all candidates? Is it me?

I pivot to my concerns. [Read more…]

Lightly child, lightly. (2)


Notes:

  • Photo: Beasts of the Southern Wild (2012) dir. Benh Zeitlin (via vilus)
  • Prior “Lightly child, lightly” Posts? Connect here.
  • Post Title & Inspiration: Aldous Huxley: “It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.”

Lightly child, lightly.

what does light
sound like
and can I keep it
as a pet it followed
me home in my
dumb & sour heart.

August Smith, “A Delicate Warzone,” from Malfunctions

 


Notes:

  • Photo: via Your Eyes Blaze Out. Poem: Boston Poetry Slam
  • Prior “Lightly child, lightly” Posts? Connect here.
  • Post Title & Inspiration: Aldous Huxley: “It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.”

It’s been a long day

I am not a person to say the words out loud

I think them strongly, or let them hunger from the page:

know it from there, from my silence, from somewhere other

than my tongue

the quiet love

the silent rage

—  Keri Hulme, from “Against the Small Evil Voices,” in Strands.


Notes:

 

Morning Call

Today, if you’re confronting an issue for the ten thousandth time, or feeling that your life is going nowhere, or panicking over how little you’ve achieved, stop and breathe. You’re not falling behind on some linear race through time. You’re walking the labyrinth of life. Yes, you’re meant to move forward, but almost never in a straight line.

Martha Beck, from The Labyrinth of Life


Notes:

Guess.What.Day.It.Is?


Notes:

  • Photo: Karim Sahib, AFP/Getty Images.  Camels, 170 kilometres west of the Gulf Emirate of Abu Dhabi. Flipboard.com
  • Background on Caleb/Wednesday/Hump Day Posts and Geico’s original commercial: Let’s Hit it Again

The Girl From Tiksi

Do NOT miss the entire photo series by Evgenia Arbugaeva: A Girl From Tiksi.

“Born in the town of Tiksi, located in the Russian Arctic, photographer Evgenia Arbugaeva often looks back into her homeland to tell the stories of the remote lands and their inhabitants. In the series ‘Tiksi’, the internationally acclaimed photographer tells a fairy-tale-like story about a girl living in the small town located on the shores of the Arctic Ocean, in Siberia. Created in the aesthetics of a documentary series, the images present everyday scenes and surroundings of the town. Possibly based on photographer’s personal story, the project features a poetic text depicting a picturesque scene of a girl walking beneath Aurora Borealis. After waking up early in the morning during the Polar Night, the girl dresses in her pink jacket she steps out of the house to walk into the endless fields of the frozen tundra. As she walks by, she notices the wondrous colors of the Northern Lights projecting onto white snow. “She loved these colors very much. Walking through them made her imagination come alive. She liked to think of the fields as blank canvases for Mother Nature to paint upon. Was she part of the painting too, in her pink jacket and red hat?” follows the text, making a visual journey into this remote land a complete experience.”


Source: Ignant.com

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