thank you so very much. i am particularly infatuated by pictures of the wind at the moment-- strange how we can never see it, only how it holds things.
This is one of the most beautiful things I’ve read in a long time. Absolutely incredible, I feel so alive after reading. That is a rare feeling for me. Thank you
I think there are some links to this piece by Susan Cain here. How many of the 2 billion beats do we have left with certain people? “No matter how many times you do something, there will come a day when you do it for the last time.”
oh wow! unfortunately i cannot access that article, but thank you for reminding me of susan's work. i have loved everything of hers i have come into contact with, i hope you are enjoying your heartbeats today.
Coming to the midpoint on our fourth decade, both myself and my husband are groping with Big Questions and, particularly, as we come to terms with what every previous generation recognized right around this point in their own lives, beginning to wonder if our drop in the bucket has any bearing on Existence. Whether it needs to. You have coalesced beautifully some of the fragmented musings of my own mind and built them into a structure - and provided 'further study' - that is a balm for my troubled soul.
i do think our little drops in the bucket matter far more than what we can comprehend. if we can compose the next bolt of lightning or next horse's tear of a little more love than that which we were given, it must matter. it must. you are very important.
Oh wow, that dark, that prod, that sense of being ALIVE! What a beautiful, expansive piece. ⚡
i come back to that mary oliver line often. usually so i can strike at some flint inside of me and get a little closer to alive. it is electric.
Yes. Expansive was the word I was looking for. Thank you.
“you are a temporary arrangement of atoms, already on their way somewhere else. you are more tide than stone, more echo than origin.”
<3
This is so lovely, and exactly what I needed as I flirted with insomnia.
thank you. i hope it could ease you into dreams (if not the sleeping kind, then the waking)
“Dream is not that which you see while sleeping it is something that does not let you sleep.”
― A.P.J. Abdul Kalam
Don’t think I’ve read anything more evocative or beautiful than this. I am left speechless, only with profound feelings. 🙏❤️
oh, thank you. i am so happy it could touch you, even for a moment.
Such exquisite beauty captured here, one precious word at a time. It’s like being caught in a gentle breeze as I read. And reread. Thank you.
thank you for being here. i will see you on that breeze. <3
Thank you 🙏❤️
Excellent and far-ranging thoughts and examples about the meaning of life.
thank you very much <3
the image of your beloved adjusting the water dish for the birds. with a smell like lightning ~ !
he is a very special person, and continually a muse.
Pure magic....many thanks for sharing,just wonderful pictures,smells of perfume and deep insight^^
thank you so very much. i am particularly infatuated by pictures of the wind at the moment-- strange how we can never see it, only how it holds things.
damn! planted itself in the perfect spots of my soul and this time I am
ah, that makes me happy !
This is one of the most beautiful things I’ve read in a long time. Absolutely incredible, I feel so alive after reading. That is a rare feeling for me. Thank you
i hardly know what to say. thank you for dropping me a word to let me know. i feel we have shared something, together.
Everyone said it so well, good job.
thank you <3
I think there are some links to this piece by Susan Cain here. How many of the 2 billion beats do we have left with certain people? “No matter how many times you do something, there will come a day when you do it for the last time.”
https://thequietlife.net/p/how-many-moments-do-you-have-left
I’ll miss this. (Line !!)
oh wow! unfortunately i cannot access that article, but thank you for reminding me of susan's work. i have loved everything of hers i have come into contact with, i hope you are enjoying your heartbeats today.
Coming to the midpoint on our fourth decade, both myself and my husband are groping with Big Questions and, particularly, as we come to terms with what every previous generation recognized right around this point in their own lives, beginning to wonder if our drop in the bucket has any bearing on Existence. Whether it needs to. You have coalesced beautifully some of the fragmented musings of my own mind and built them into a structure - and provided 'further study' - that is a balm for my troubled soul.
i do think our little drops in the bucket matter far more than what we can comprehend. if we can compose the next bolt of lightning or next horse's tear of a little more love than that which we were given, it must matter. it must. you are very important.
so gorgeous.
thank you. <3
Gorgeous. So full of poetry and life.
as is life! thank you.