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Monday Morning Wake-Up Call
June 29, 2020 by 20 Comments
Tuesday Morning Wake-Up Call (Post Long Weekend)
January 21, 2020 by 15 Comments
Lightly Child, Lightly
January 16, 2020 by 42 Comments
Notes:
- Source: Famousfishathletecookie (via Your Eyes Blaze Out)
- 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.”
Monday Morning Wake-Up Call
January 6, 2020 by 41 Comments
Don’t ask. Don’t ask how many times I’ve watched this loop. Source: gifycat. Thank you Jack.
T.G.I.F.: It’s Been A Long Week
November 8, 2019 by 37 Comments
Monday Morning Wake-Up Call (Or Winding It Up)
October 28, 2019 by 33 Comments
Monday Morning Wake-Up Call: Breakfast
October 21, 2019 by 11 Comments
Short-toed Treecreeper via Head Like an Orange. The bird is found in woodlands through much of the warmer regions of Europe and into north Africa. It is a resident in woodlands throughout its range, and nests in tree crevices or behind bark flakes, laying about six eggs. This common, unwary, but inconspicuous species feeds mainly on insects which are picked from the tree trunk as the treecreeper ascends with short hops.
Monday Morning Wake Up Call
October 7, 2019 by 27 Comments
Why not call the
moment of certainty, the fleeting moment
when everything that ever lived is right
behind my pounding heart, why not call
that moment: Beat-of-the-thousand-wings-
of-God-inside-my-chest.
~ Mark Nepo, from The Way Under The Way: The Place of True Meeting
Notes: Bird gif via Your Eyes Blaze Out
With you Rachel
October 1, 2019 by 34 Comments
The water in the creek is often surprisingly warm. After the first shock, it is easy to stay in. It is perhaps thirty metres long and I swim fast and methodically up and down. I don’t like to talk or mess around when I’m swimming; or it might be more accurate to say that I can’t imagine being able to mess around, can’t imagine being free from my own rules and ambitions, and more accurate still to say that I’m frightened of what might happen if I were. Instead I set myself a target and count the lengths. My husband dives in and swims for a little while, slowly, without particular direction. Then he turns over and lies on his back and floats, looking at the sky.
~ Rachel Cusk, in Coventry (Farrar, Straus and Giroux. September 16, 2019)
Note: Photo Gif via poppins-me
