Adopt the pace of Nature:
her secret is patience.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Adopt the pace of Nature:
her secret is patience.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
“A mycelial network is a map of a fungus’s recent history and is a helpful reminder that all life-forms are in fact processes not things.
The “you” of five years ago was made from different stuff than the “you” of today.
Nature is an event that never stops.
As William Bateson, who coined the word genetics, observed,
‘We commonly think of animals and plants as matter, but they are really systems through which matter is continually passing.’”
—Merlin Sheldrake
If it could only be like this always – always summer, always alone, the fruit always ripe.
Evelyn Waugh
When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies?
Perhaps to be too practical is madness. To surrender dreams — this may be madness.
Too much sanity may be madness — and maddest of all: to see life as it is, and not as it should be!
Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, Don Quixote
Sometimes the smallest things
take up the most room in your heart.
—Winnie the Pooh
I felt very still and very empty,
the way the eye of a tornado must feel,
moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.
Sylvia Plath
Once you’ve met someone you never really forget them. It just takes a while for your memories to return.
—Zeniba, Spirited Away (千と千尋の神隠し)
Happy Halloween!
I can’t help but keep the awful tragedy in Seoul this weekend at front of mind… My heart breaks every time I think of the young people lost while they were out having fun and celebrating, full of life. So, so sad.
May they rest in peace. I hope this tragedy begets change to protect others in the future.
I hope you and your loved ones all had a safe Halloweekend.
I was taught if we’re born with love then life is about choosing the right place to put it.
People talk about that a lot, feeling right, when it feels right it’s easy. But I’m not sure that’s true. It takes strength to know what’s right. And love isn’t something that weak people do. Being a romantic takes a hell of a lot of hope.
I think what they mean is, when you find somebody that you love, it feels like hope.
—The Priest, Fleabag
Love is a journey with water and with stars,
with smothered air and squalls of flour:
love is a clash of lightning bolts
and two bodies defeated by a single drop of honey.
—Neruda, Love Sonnet XII