Monday, 11 July 2011
Thursday, 7 July 2011
Week Thirty-Eight
1) I can only measure the world in terms of longing…I would like to sleep once with each thing, nestled in its warmth; to dream in the rhythm of its breathing, its dear, naked neighborliness against my limbs, and grow strong in the fragrance of its sleep. Then, early in the morning, before it awakens, before any good-byes, to move on, to move on…
- Rainer Maria Rilke, Early Journals
3) We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.
- E.E. Cummings
5) Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.
-Louise Erdrich
7)
Wednesday, 6 July 2011
Some days are really shite...
A most Stretchy friend once recommended this comic strip to me, luckily he has just as dark (if not darker) a sense of humour as I do. Never fails to make me laugh out loud in the office, never fails to make me feel a wee bit better.
Monday, 4 July 2011
Sunday, 26 June 2011
Thursday, 23 June 2011
Week Thirty-Seven: MidSummer Madness
1) Vinyl Records
2) Getting my Brill coffee every morning
3) Walking to work - so much better than public transport
4) 20th Century's opening reel to movies. Get me excited every time
6) "Where there is a woman there is magic. If there is a moon falling from her mouth, she is a woman who knows her magic, who can share or not share her powers. A woman with a moon falling from her mouth, roses between her legs and tiaras of Spanish moss, this woman is a consort of the spirits."
— Ntozake Shange, Sassafrass, Cypress, and Indigo
7)
Tuesday, 21 June 2011
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