This way. This way.

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I follow the sound
past a black window
where a bird sits
like a blacker question,
To where? To where? To where?

~ Li-Young Lee, from “Furious Versions,” in The City in Which I Love You


Credits: Poem Source: metaphorformetaphor. Image: Nini Poppins

But

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Me: I wanna do something
Anxiety:
Anxiety:
Anxiety:
Anxiety:
Anxiety:
Anxiety: No you don’t
Me: But
ANXIETY: No


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It’s Been A Long Day

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Source: gifak

It’s Been A Long Day

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Source: Webgranth

3:00 am. On top. Or under.

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The hours between 12am and 6am
have a funny habit of making you feel
like you’re either on top of the world,
or under it.

~ Beau Taplin, the hours between

 


Notes:

Welcome to 4 a.m.

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Welcome to 4 a.m.

Where we lie in limbo,
waiting for the sun to come up,
the moon to go down,
the median between life
and whats left of the dark decay of lifelessness.
Where Your eyes open wide,
where your thoughts wander into the void of the infinite.
Where we wait to see the beginning,
the middle,
and the end.

~ Unknown


Photography: Hengki Koentjoro (Ocean Streak, Jogjakarta – Java, June 10, 2014) via Elinka. Poem from Wordsnquotes.

Here comes the sun

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Day 1: Tickle in back of throat. Sudden bout of sneezing.
Day 2: 2 am. Difficulty swallowing. Throat burning.
Day 3: Fatigue. Fog. Tough guy regrets not taking a flu shot. (again)
Day 4: Man Down. Working from home. DayQuil to NyQuil to DayQuil loop. Delirious.
Day 5: Winded walking up the stairs. Read same page 3 times. Heavy eyelids.
Day 6: Thick nasal discharge. Can’t taste or smell food. Chocolate still Ok though.
Day 7: Patient care provider: When will you take a shower and get out of the house?
Day 8: Is that a break? Have the clouds moved? Has the sun muscled through and ignited the hills?


“You’ll be driving along depressed when suddenly a cloud will move and the sun will muscle through and ignite the hills. It may not last. Probably won’t last. But for a moment the whole world comes to. Wakes up. Proves it lives. It lives—red, yellow, orange, brown, russet, ocher, vermillion, gold. Flame and rust. Flame and rust, the permutations of burning. You’re on fire. Your eyes are on fire. It won’t last, you don’t want it to last. You can’t stand any more. But you don’t want it to stop. It’s what you’ve come for. It’s what you’ll come back for. It won’t stay with you. but you’ll remember that it felt like nothing else you’ve felt or something you’ve felt that also didn’t last.”

— Lloyd Schwartz


Credits: Image Source: Winter Sun by Onodriim. Poem Source: apoetreflects

Troubles grow bigger if you nurse them…

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Troubles are a lot like people – they grow bigger if you nurse them.”  ~Author Unknown

Image Source: weheartit.com via creatingaquietmind

Sunday Morning: Beautiful Day at the Dog Park…

The short clip reminded me of the Sunday mornings (rain, shine, bitter cold or snow) that we’d take Zeke to the dog park to play with his friends.   The video is paired with happy music.  Bet you dinner you smile at least once and your heart warms at least one degree.  (Easy Money!)

Good Sunday Morning.

Beautiful Day at the Dog Park from Kelsey Wynns on Vimeo.


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Sunday Morning: Perfect Darkness

The two-minute clip reminds me of the calm, peace and beauty of nature on my early morning runs.  Video is beautifully paired with music by Fink.

Good Sunday Morning.

PERFECT DARKNESS from Christian Anderl on Vimeo.


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