hello

this is a diary of life in twenty eighteen (and many, many years before that)

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I have to be honest, God,

I cannot say I feel grateful

For this new trial I am facing.

The road ahead is much too foggy

For me to feel at ease.

Yet, faiths light is still burning

And my spirit softly songing

A quiet song of gratitude

For how can I not be thankful

For your hope that will not leave me

When all else is unknown?

- Anne Calodich Fone

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The Journey

One day you finally knew

what you had to do, and began,

though the voices around you

kept shouting

their bad advice --

though the whole house

began to tremble

and you felt the old tug

at your ankles.

"Mend my life!"

each voice cried.

But you didn't stop.

You knew what you had to do,

though the wind pried

with its stiff fingers

at the very foundations,

though their melancholy

was terrible.

It was already late

enough, and a wild night,

and the road full of fallen

branches and stones.

But little by little,

as you left their voice behind,

the stars began to burn

through the sheets of clouds,

and there was a new voice

which you slowly

recognized as your own,

that kept you company

as you strode deeper and deeper

into the world,

determined to do

the only thing you could do --

determined to save

the only life that you could save.

- Mary Oliver

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I’m moving I don’t know if I will have the time / energy / self awareness to blog about it, but I might try.

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stubborn gladness

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pre-posting for 2020 (maybe)

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the longest summer

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listen, I love you, joy is coming

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Living my 2012 Pinterest dream

[nobrashfestivity]

[a-smut-above]

Untitled | Georgia O'Keeffe | 1958

[thenordroom]

Plant-filled loft in Auckland | photos by Ron Goh

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My dream

[karibu-nyumbani]

“You do not need to know precisely what is happening, or exactly where it is all going. What you need is to recognize the possibilities and challenges offered by the present moment, and to embrace them with courage, faith and hope.”

— Thomas Merton (b. 31 January 1915)

[soracities]

Euripides, from “Orestes”, An Oresteia (trans. Anne Carson)

[rjm--rjm]

Good Bones BY MAGGIE SMITH Life is short, though I keep this from my children. Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways, a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways I’ll keep from my children. The world is at least fifty percent terrible, and that’s a conservative estimate, though I keep this from my children. For every bird there is a stone thrown at a bird. For every loved child, a child broken, bagged, sunk in a lake. Life is short and the world is at least half terrible, and for every kind stranger, there is one who would break you, though I keep this from my children. I am trying to sell them the world. Any decent realtor, walking you through a real shithole, chirps on about good bones: This place could be beautiful, right? You could make this place beautiful.

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[yesdarlingido]

Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.

Peter Ustinov (via yesdarlingido)

[thoughtkick]

Just for the record darling, not all positive change feels positive in the beginning.

S.C. Lourie (via kvtes)

[chacoco]