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Franz Wright, from Walking to Martha’s Vineyard; “Flight”
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“What you seek is seeking you.”
Rumi
Excerpt from The Complete Poems by Anne Sexton
Sometimes.
Anaïs Nin, Fire: From “A Journal of Love”: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1934–1937
How could you become new, if you had not first become ashes?
Friedrich Nietzsche
What a caterpillar calls the end of the world we call a butterfly.
Eckhart Tolle, The Power of Now: A Guide to Spiritual Enlightenment
““It’s the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.””
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“Art is the symbol of the two noblest human efforts: to construct and to refrain from destruction.”
— Simone Weil, First and Last Notebooks
Edgar Allan Poe, from The Complete Works; “How to Write A Blackwood Article,”
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I typically stay quiet at work - I do my work and I stay quiet, although all of our work is interactive and for the most part, collaborative. But I prefer to listen and draw and write - what I hear registers with me and it takes me time to process and it takes me time to understand and time to respond - so I listen. I draw. I write. Recently, I began to speak - share my views, my opinions - give feedback. I noticed that it energized me, to be listened to - to be appreciated for my words and thoughts. I have made a decision to not. To count my words and realize I don’t have enough to speak, I’ve changed my mind. I don’t feel I articulate myself well - not as well as when I listen, I draw, and I write. I hate my insecurity of overthinking - of feeling a little confident on something and then taking a step back to shut the door behind me and curl into a ball of anxiety. I talk myself out of doing something I know was okay, was fine, was normal and natural - but I am too anxious and I over-analyze to the point of shutting down and putting a stop to something. Maybe one day I’ll try again, but for now I think I’ll just listen, draw, and write. I think I’ll keep my thoughts on paper for me to ponder over and smile and know that what I’m thinking is exactly what I’ve written :)
“Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.”
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I like noticing details that no one sees
— I’m in pain all the time. — Where? — Inside. I can’t explain it.
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“A single rose can be my garden; a single friend, my world.”
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“You speak like the night. You announce yourself like thirst.”
— Alejandra Pizarnik, from “Encounter”, Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962-1972 (trans. Yvette Siegert)