“flowers are hauntingly delicate like a sigh of nobody in the dark.”
— Clarice Lispector, Aqua Viva
noise dept.
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Kiana Khansmith
Jules of Nature
todays bird
Claire Keane
Misplaced Lens Cap
occasionally subtle
Peter Solarz
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
hello vonnie

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art blog(derogatory)
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
RMH
wallacepolsom

roma★
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@greenreblooming
“flowers are hauntingly delicate like a sigh of nobody in the dark.”
— Clarice Lispector, Aqua Viva
*cardinal point
walking the woods #304 *27th April 2021
“A forest is what exists between its trees, between its dense undergrowth and its clearings, between all its life cycles and their different timescales…A forest is also a meeting place between those who enter it and something unnameable and attendant, waiting behind a tree or in the undergrowth. Something intangible and within touching distance. Neither silent nor audible.”
— John Berger, Into the Woods (via funeral)
walking the woods #303 *20th december 2020
indelibly *14 april 2021 *for C
“There’s a way not to be broken that takes brokenness to find it.”
— Naomi Shihab Nye, from “Cinco de Mayo”
walking the woods #302 *14 june 2020
“Why should your heart not dance?”
C.S. Lewis, Till we Have Faces
“May you realize that you are never alone, that your soul in its brightness and belonging connects you intimately with the rhythm of the universe (...)”
- John O'Donohue Excerpt from the blessing 'For Solitude', BENEDICTUS (Europe) / TO BLESS THE SPACE BETWEEN US (US)
.. a different kind of ocean for a beautiful soul
Happy Birthday Gabriele @retreatintoserenity
antidote *
amaranthine, a memory *august 2017
“A dream is the only way to breathe.”
— Meghan O’Rourke, from “Poem of Regret for an Old Friend,” New Yorker (Jan 4, 2016)
walking the woods #301 *22 july 2018
“No way back then, you remember, we decided, but forward, deep into a wood so darkly green, so deafening with birdsong”
— Marie Howe, from Gretel, From A Sudden Clearing in “The Good Thief”