_pel.lucid/renée-claire

words/work & occasional wisdom

[renee-claire]

To be weightless and tethered by fear no more. Breathe in, breathe deep. Let go. Float on.

[renee-claire]

Vale Robin Williams, Prince of Laughter and Fisher King. Rest now. As you rise to light the Heavens, your legacy lives on.

[samueljamesobrien]

I don’t think I believe in re-incarnation. But I do think we live multiple lives. I think we live the life of every person we love.

(via samueljamesobrien)

However, I do, mostly, believe in re-incarnation.

[karavanderbijl-deactivated20160]

When I imagine an afterlife, I immediately think of a huge, messy, cheerful house with a big farm table that’s sagging under the weight of food and good conversation. I imagine sitting around this table with all the people I hold dearest in the world, people who have been far away for so long, people with whom I’ve had a falling out, people who have gone their own way for one reason or another. At this table there isn’t any enmity, there’s just laughter and hand-clasping and storytelling.

excerpt, Kara VanderBijl: To Wish You Greetings  (via coffeeslut)

[extremeliking]

[renee-claire]

A triad of blissful awesomeness.

[aseaofquotes]

Ann Aguirre, Blue Diablo

[theangrytherapist]

Word.

- Angry

[amandapalmer]

“When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, ‘Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.‘ To this day, especially in times of disaster, I remember my mother’s words and I am always comforted by realizing that there are still so many helpers – so many caring people in this world.”

-Mr. Rogers

[renee-claire]

NaNoWriMo Fail

Despite best intentions, it would seem that November 2012 is National Write Not Month. Unless essays and transition statements count, that is. 2012, you are officially the year of Argh! Sincerely, Disgruntled Claire.

[sometimesagreatnotion]

What it must be like to be an angel or a squirrel, we can imagine sooner.

The last time we go to bed good, they are there, lying about darkness.

They dandle us once too often, these friends who become our enemies.

Suddenly one day, their juniors are as old as we yearn to be.

They get...

[littlefindsforgot]

[u2335-deactivated20160402]

Volantene elephant rescuing a friend from the river

[renee-claire]

Love these creatures so.

[saltykisses]

[isawhimisawhim]

A boy left his bike chained to a tree when he went away to war in 1914. He never returned, leaving the tree no choice but to grow around the bike.

[electronoyoungremora]

[renee-claire]

brainmouth:

Amen!

[renee-claire]

Pretentiously Extrapolated Professional Title #363

'Sub-aquatic porcelain detailer.' Haven't laughed so hard since the Subway brought us 'sandwich artists.'

[eatsleepdraw]

[renee-claire]

Mmm, mint green manliness. I'll have a slice of that pie!

[renee-claire]

If all the world was paper and all the sea was ink, we could stamp our words upon the floor and feel our way to think.

[renee-claire]

'...Oh, and if I had a brain, I'd be cold as a stone and rich as the fool that turned all those good hearts away...' - Aldred, breathed by Birdy. No muted angels here.

[renee-claire]

Blue Moon

7 months ago, yesterday, I walked into the violet belly of a remodeled house and wrestled laundry. All too quiet, it seemed: dawn had barely broken with traces of expectation rising playfully with the sun. In this world of miniature, my slight frame felt cumbersome - too tall to grace the space, far to frail to face the fall; so much the fear. Through it all a smile broke; got me through breakfast, into the next door where tiny hearts drew new spaces for an awkward adult human to huddle in - no more to fear. There we cut cords, drew faces and painted walls; we laughed, cried, danced, skipped, sang our hearts out and gave each experience all we had to give. No grace was spared and our learning formed an arc that grew across the breadth of our imagining. Now four and five, they can cut, write, read, count and recite enviable bites of Teddy Seuss with varying degrees of skill. Every check in a box of aptitude calls this progress, and it is, but the truest measure lies beyond the trappings of a bow in the open smiles of once-shy souls and grins of those who are now all too-eagerly challenged. This evening, I sat within the glow of a rainbow caught off crystal and extricated myself from the limbs of a giggling evergreen: no longer awkward and a part of this whole. With samples of laughter stored in memory, I blessed this beautiful mess, committed too many exchanges to frames within my heart-shaped box and turned from the violet belly that had somehow become a home. Next month - next week, new chapters begin. Time now to fly. Moving on.