saturn rising

"When it's over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement." -Mary Oliver also see: wild compass & random lottery & turqnay universe & sheoftwoworlds

[witchyautumns]

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[fymodernflapper]

Flatiron Building, New York. By Edward Steichen. (1904)

[saturnrising]

an ongoing compilation : granddaughters of the witches

[saturnrising]

stay is a sensitive word. we wear who stayed and who left in our skin forever.

nayyirah waheed, from “salt”

[litverve]

“The world does not need words. It articulates itself in sunlight, leaves, and shadows. The stones on the path are no less real for lying uncatalogued and uncounted. The fluent leaves speak only the dialect of pure being.”

— Dana Gioia, from “Words”

[apieceofstrange90]

“Man’s ultimate concern must be expressed symbolically, because symbolic language alone is able to express the ultimate.”

— Paul Tillich

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“August sun swollen gold with the old of summer honey combs the trees”

— Greg Sellers, haiku journal entry, 26 August 2018

[icelikevinyl-deactivated2021042]

“The great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one.”

— Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via partlyflowing)

[everythingfox]

Gasps and Silences // Karen Cantú

[loumargi]

Adam Elsheimer - The Flight into Egypt, detail

[airwalker]

“Children know by instinct that hell is an absence of love, and they can pick out theirs without missing.”

— Flannery O'Connor (via airwalker)

[dame-de-pique]

Joseph F. Reiff - Partial Eclipse of the Moon, 1880s

[luthienne]

But how mortal I am. How earthly love penetrates me.

Clarice Lispector, from An Apprenticeship, or The Book of Delights (via luthienne)

[unlovely-creature]

“It is spring, and the night wind is moist with the smell of turned loam and the early flowers; the moon pours out its beauty which you see as beauty finally, warm and offering everything.”

— Margaret Atwood, from No Name in “Selected Poems II: 1976-1986″ (via wethinkwedream)

[lush-retina-is-dead]

“As for me, I see both the beauty and the dark side of things; the loveliness of cornfields and full sails, but the ruin as well. And I see them at the same time, at once ecstatic at the beauty of things, and chary of that ecstasy. The Japanese have a phrase for this perception: mono no aware. It means “beauty tinged with sadness,” for there cannot be any real beauty without the indolic whiff of decay. For me, living is the same thing as dying, and loving is the same thing as losing, and this does not make me a madwoman; I believe it can make me better at living, and better at loving, and, just possibly, better at seeing.”

— Sally Mann

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

[The soul] is and becomes what it remembers.

Plotinus, from The Enneads, ed. Lloyd P. Gerson (Cambridge University Press, 2018)

[clawmarks]

Jugend: Münchner illustrierte Wochenschrift für Kunst und Leben - 1906, Band 2 - via University of Heidelberg