There is a wind blowing from the east, in from the sea, and it is laden with rain, pattering against the roof. It is as if a wall were standing open: the long, beautiful summer has ended, and everything rushes towards autumn. The leaves drop from the trees, the colours drift from green towards yellow and brown, the air smells of soil.
It feels good.
~ Karl Ove Knausgaard, from “Lime” in “Autumn”
Photo: jerianie with foggy autumn mornings
Beyond ambition,
beyond attainment,
is home.
Contentment,
without content;
peace,
uncaused.
—A.H. Almaas, Ripening of the Soul
Notes:
[…]
But remember that you have to move on,
somehow.
You just pick your head up
and stare at something beautiful
like the sky or the ocean,
and
you move the hell on.
— James Patterson, Suzanne’s Diary for Nicholas.
Notes:
The essential meaning of silence is
the giving up of intention.
Silence is not acoustic.
It is a change of mind.
A turning around.
~ John Cage, The Roaring Silence: John Cage: A Life by David Revill
Credits: Photo Source: mennyfox55. Quote: Memory’s Landscape
Without the interruptions,
nourishing and maddening,
this life would become arid.
Yet I taste it fully only
when I am alone here and
“the house and I resume old conversations.”
~ May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude: The Journals of Mary Sarton
Source: Photograph – exercice de style
For once
the mocking, predictable voice
inside my head that says “No way”
is silent.
In fact, I think I can just barely make out
some other, quieter voice, whispering,
“Maybe.”
― Katrina Kenison, Magical Journey: An Apprenticeship in Contentment
Photograph: Anka Zhuravleva (“Ginger“)
What in your life is calling you,
when all the noise is silenced,
the meetings adjourned,
the lists laid aside,
and the wild iris blooms by itself
in the dark forest,
what still pulls on your soul?
— Rumi
Poem Source: Stalwart Reader; Photograph – Athena by Thomas Dodd. See bio here.
