Monday Morning Wake-Up Call


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Monday Morning Wake-Up Call


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17 Seconds.

ANKA ZHURAVLEVA

17 seconds,
that’s how long it takes
for a thought to reach combustion,
pure undiluted focus…
which in turn draws another thought
of similar more powerful merit to it.
Each thought evolving higher
in 17 second intervals.

~ mywavesofbeauty


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Saturday Morning

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Monday Morning Wake-Up Call

Anka Zhuravleva


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Monday Morning Wake-Up Call

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Saturday Morning. Sleeping in? Miracle. All of it. 

Juliet Alpha November
When you fall asleep, your body enters a state of slumber, but it nonetheless keeps ticking,  its life continues, ready to resume where it left off. Your consciousness, however, vanishes completely. In no sense does it keep ticking. You, as we say, pass out. And when you emerge again, either in a dream or when you finally resume waking life, you emerge from nothing – but the very same you that you were before. The fact of your self bootstrapping itself back into existence is such a familiar happening that you may not be as astonished by it as you should be. Nonetheless, you can scarcely fail to notice what goes on. And it could well provide an essential plank in your reasoning about immortality. Such a proven capacity for endless resurrection out of nothing is the one thing that proves everlasting existence.

– Nicholas Humphrey, Soul Dust: The Magic of Consciousness


Post title inspired by Albert Einstein’s quote: “There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.”


Sources: Quote – Thank you Whiskey River. Photo: Juliet Alpha November – Anne

 

 

 

Monday Morning Wake-Up Call

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Saturday Morning: Still clinging to sleep

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Nothing will persuade me that sleep is not really quite positive, some forgotten refreshment at the ancient fountains of life. If this is not so, why do we cling to sleep when we have already had enough of it; why does waking up always seem like descending from heaven upon earth? I believe that sleep is a sacrament; or, what is the same thing, a food.

— G.K. Chesterton, Lunacy and Letters


Notes: Quote – Thank you Kurt @ Cultural Offering. Photo: pinterest

Morning Call

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You start with a wisp of memory, or some detail that won’t let you be. You write, you cross out. You write again, revise, feel like giving up. What pulls you through? Curiosity.

~ Abigail Thomas, What Comes Next and How to Like It: A Memoir


It’s an all-night dance at The Alibi.

The strobes, the churning, my personal whitewater at the base of a long spillway of a hydroelectric dam.

I pull the left shoulder back and tug it hard to roll away from a throbbing right, and then settle heavily on the left. A desperate search for comfort.

A handless re-positioning of the knee pillow, a defensive moat shielding bone on bone impact, a life-to-date action now into the tens of thousands. And counting.

Voices drift into the dreamless oblivion. The unreal is more powerful than the real…Stone crumbles. Wood rots…But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.¹

A chill, a pulling up of the covers, and the play repeats.

Left shoulder pull
Right shoulder roll
Right knee tuck
Left knee slide
Voices
Covers

They can go on and on…


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