Posted by Wonderful World
It is so impressive when someone can make a work of art from something in nature without destroying the original. See here this Tree-Woman. Each blends into the other and in so doing makes another whole. I wonder how long it took to grow this tree in the fashion of the art. I wonder if it’s like Michelangelo said, It’s not that you make the object into something—you release what is already there within.
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It’s just that sort of day…the type wherein the mind bolts from containment. Too much, too much, too much… So, herein, methinks whatsoever I choose will work. Or not. But of no matter. For what is a “matter” anyway?
Isn’t it odd and fun how a word loses all meaning and sense when it is said repeatedly?
Today is brought to you by yesterday and tomorrow has no significance. Yet the same thing will occur, over and over.
posted by Amazing World
Lines for Posterity:
Happy Birthday, Raymond Chandler July 23, 2013 | by Sadie Stein
“Tall, aren’t you?” she said.
“I didn’t mean to be.”
Her eyes rounded. She was puzzled. She was thinking. I could see, even on that short acquaintance, that thinking was always going to be a bother to her.
—Raymond Chandler, The Big Sleep
And then: The Viking god, Odin, had two ravens, Hugin (thought) and Munin (memory), which flew around the world every day and reported back to Odin every night about what they saw. I have a friend who is certain that all of the creatures, birds, dogs, wolves, all, are taking note of what we do and say. They then report back to Heaven (God, et.al.) who then takes that in to account for our personal record. Heavenly spies, I guess.
“But knowledge does not protect one. Life is contemptuous of knowledge; it forces it to sit in the anterooms, to wait outside. Passion, energy, lies: these are what life admires.”― James Salter, Light Years
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The Japanese understood the connection between horses and women, females. They knew, understood, painted them together, in a certain light. That is how you capture, and keep.
I wish you love, and redemption. Then you might make it okay. Redemption is Forgiveness earned.
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Posted by Cleveland Metroparks
Spiders have long been part of my Totem. I think when you bring something into your essence, they then appear more and more, just as we have a greater observational power. Once you look for spiders, you’ll see them everywhere. As I was doing a mental meandering this morning, I thought on the Spider. I used to see them everywhere, even in my dreams where they would act out a vision and speak to me. Ah, yes, and where have they gone?
Enter this beauty on Facebook. It seems clear to me that I need to look for Spiders once again. Besides, given the power of Synchronicity, I’m the one who left the Spider, not the other way around.
And then somewhat returned from the semi-dead. Oof duh!
I have been in a penitent huddle with myself. The misery of Asthma & ever fluctuating temperatures. Between the sofa shuffle and the O2 misery of mind over matter, I breathe. I did not consider pain or inconvenience or emergency rooms when I smoke smoke smoked that cigarette. And maybe it’s not even all my fault. And you know what? I don’t think it matters one whit. It is what it is. The return is slow, but on the way!
Posted by Classical FM
And I also don’t think that Ludie was sloppy, just that he couldn’t quite get it all out quickly enough. (Maybe no one told him to breathe through it?)
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