Source: Couch day with puppy (via “looking on the bright side“)
Tag: Photography
all of a sudden in a supreme moment of light
Yesterday I had a beautiful letter from Eugénie about old age (she is in her seventies).
Ici la vie continue égale et monotone en surface, pleine d’éclairs, de sommets et de désepérance, dans les profondeurs. Nous sommes arrivés maintenant á un stade de vie si riche en apprehensions nouvelles intransmissibles aux autres âges de la vie – on se sent rempli á la fois de tant de douceur et de tant de désespoir – l’énigme de cette vie grandit, grandit, vous submerge et vous écrase, puis tout á coup en une lueur suprême on prend conscience due “sacré.”
“Here life goes on, even and monotonous on the surface, full of lightning, of summits and of despair, in its depths. We have now arrived at a stage in life so rich in new perceptions that cannot be transmitted to those at another stage – one feels at the same time full of so much gentleness and so much despair – the enigma of this life grows, grows, drowns one and crushes one, then all of a sudden in a supreme moment of light one becomes aware of the “sacred.”
~ May Sarton, March 3rd, Journal of Solitude
Notes:
- Photograph: Michelina Wozniak via eikadan
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Driving I-95 S. The Last Term.
3:39 am. Thursday morning. Or, Wednesday night bleeding over.
20 minutes until shower time.
I’m staring at the ceiling. Woozy. Did you get any sleep?
Six hours ago Mom’s helping him pack.
Suitcases are open.
Zeke sets the mood, moping.
“Dad, do you have any sweatpants I can take?”
“Take anything you want.”
“Do you have anything that doesn’t look like leisure wear?”
I smile. It’s clear who mentored that sarcasm, honed now, cold steel glistening.
We’re in the car.
It’s Silent. Father and Son awkward.
He’s turning the dials, away from my 7 on 70s on Sirius to some thumpin’ Electro BEAT.
The bitter taste of scotch at 4:30am.
I let it pass. Continue reading “Driving I-95 S. The Last Term.”
Saturday Morning
I wanted to come undone
like gold thread,
like a tent full of birds.
~ Sandra Cisneros, from “One Holy Night,” Woman Hollering Creek
Sources: Photo by stonelario. Quote – the chateau of my heart
And, sometimes, it comes down to the “Third Rule”
My job is simple: get around the fields and feed and shepherd the different flocks of ewes— dealing with any issues that arise.
First rule of shepherding: it’s not about you, it’s about the sheep and the land.
Second rule: you can’t win sometimes.
Third rule: shut up, and go and do the work.
~ James Rebanks, The Shepherd’s Life: Modern Dispatches from an Ancient Landscape.
Notes:
- Photo by telegraph.co.uk by James Rebanks
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