literaryjukebox:

Writing and reading decrease our sense of isolation. They deepen and widen and expand our sense of life: they feed the soul. When writers make us shake our heads with the exactness of their prose and their truths, and even make us laugh about ourselves or life, our buoyancy is restored. We are given a shot at dancing with, or at least clapping along with, the absurdity of life, instead of being squashed by it over and over again. It’s like singing on a boat during a terrible storm at sea. You can’t stop the raging storm, but singing can change the hearts and spirits of the people who are together on that ship.

Anne Lamott (b. April 10, 1954) in Bird by Bird

Song: “After the Storm” by After the Storm

literaryjukebox:

Writing and reading decrease our sense of isolation. They deepen and widen and expand our sense of life: they feed the soul. When writers make us shake our heads with the exactness of their prose and their truths, and even make us laugh about ourselves or life, our buoyancy is restored. We are given a shot at dancing with, or at least clapping along with, the absurdity of life, instead of being squashed by it over and over again. It’s like singing on a boat during a terrible storm at sea. You can’t stop the raging storm, but singing can change the hearts and spirits of the people who are together on that ship.

Anne Lamott (b. April 10, 1954) in Bird by Bird

Song: “After the Storm” by After the Storm

"Oh, the comfort - the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person - having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away."

— Dinah Craik, A Life for a Life (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)

Posted 1 week ago
"There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief and unspeakable love."

— Rumi (via shaktilover)

Posted 1 week ago
"When we are mired in the relative world, never lifting our gaze to the mystery, our life is stunted, incomplete; we are filled with yearning for that paradise that is lost when, as young children, we replace it with words and ideas and abstractions - such as merit, such as past, present, and future - our direct, spontaneous experience of the thing itself, in the beauty and precision of this present moment."

Peter Matthiessen

R I P

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Posted 1 week ago
"It is dreadful when something weighs on your mind, not to have a soul to unburden yourself to. You know what I mean. I tell my piano the things I used to tell you."

— Frédéric Chopin (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)

Posted 1 month ago

Lightning

fables-of-the-reconstruction:

I felt the lurch and halt of her heart
Next my breast, where my own heart was beating;
And I laughed to feel it plunge and bound,
And strange in my blood-swept ears was the sound
Of the words I kept repeating,
Repeating with tightened arms, and the hot blood’s blindfold art.

Her breath flew…

Posted 1 month ago

artemisdreaming:

Being solitary is being alone well: being alone luxuriously immersed in doings of your own choice, aware of the fullness of your won presence rather than of the absence of others. Because solitude is an achievement.

~Alice Koller

Image:  Bogdan Luta  HERE (via:  pinterest)

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"All artists dream of a silence which they must enter, as some creatures return to the sea to spawn."

Iris Murdoch (via apoetreflects)

(Source: mycolorbook, via artpropelled)

Posted 2 months ago

stilllifequickheart:

Emily Beatrice Bland

Geraniums

1917

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