The Little Things

Graphic imagination that reflects reality. This blog represents the “just before”; the walk before the run and the breath before the phrase. The after is up to you. (All photos and words are my original work unless stated otherwise.)

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Why is it always so difficult to return to "real life"? This real life that I've supposedly dreamt of and worked so hard for and should be grateful for? And I am. But then why is it so difficult? Why do I need another break so soon after this one? And after the next?

I know why.

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Affection on wheels

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Buzzing fragrance, slow summer.

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"Cheers!"

*giggle* *hiccup*

"CHEERS!"

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Freezing skies, warm feet.

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"this moment, this hour, this universe could not be improved upon"

-Amor Towles

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In the end, most things will be okay.

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"And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof."

- Clement Clarke Moore

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🎶 It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas 🎶

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First snow//

And just like that, my morning commute is sparkling.

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Decoration//

Here we are through storms and dust, sculpting beauty.

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Protection//

In Celtic mythology, whilst the Oak was the controller of the light half of the year, the Holly tree controlled the dark, winter months.

Due to its resistance to lightning, it is associated with the Celtic and Norse gods of thunder, Taranis and Thor, and so was planted near dwellings to protect people from lightning strikes.

Druids believed the Holly tree to possess protective qualities, such as guarding against evil spirits and bad luck. Legend has it that bringing the leaves inside during the winter months would provide shelter from the cold for fairies, who in return would be kind to those who lived in the dwelling.

(source: https://thepresenttree.com)

Grateful for these winter months. Grateful for the Holly in my garden.

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Naya//

Can some parts of history be held together with cement? Can these parts still be called heritage?

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Today, chocolate factories, cobbled streets, castles.

Where will I be tomorrow?

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Unexpected book haul//

Are most librarians left-handed?

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Sometimes when I watch a television show or when I'm reading a book, I'll see a person from my life in a fictional character on the page or screen.

I'll see similarities in mannerisms, choice of words, in the way she picks up a ladle to stir a pot of soup. Eventually, I'll see that Ms. Fiction reacts to and handles rejection, making a mistake, winning a prize in the same way Ms. Real-life would.

And over time, I'll find myself liking Ms. R more or less based on Ms. F's behaviour.

"Ms. R is selfish like that too!"/"Ms. R would adopt a puppy too!"

So, then I must remind myself that they're not the same, that one isn't real while the other is. This distinction hits me hard because the two have amalgamated together in my mind. That fantasy has started to seep into my real world thoughts.

Slowly I realize that I understand Ms. R better thanks to Ms. F.

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Can a bit of news turn your day around?

Can a buzz of your phone add a spring to your step?

Can a piece of blue sky be put into my pocket?

Can I wear a thread of this gorgeous day around my wrist?