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Tension

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"Artists are people driven by the tension between the desire to communicate and the desire to hide."
                                                                                               - D.W. Winnicott

We searchers

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"I am one of the searchers. There are, I believe, millions of us. We
are not unhappy, but neither are we really content. We continue
to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret. We continue
to explore ourselves, hoping to understand. We like to walk along
the beach, we are drawn by the ocean, taken by its power, its
unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty. We like
forests and mountains, deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely
cities as well. Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our
laughter. To share our sadness with one we love is perhaps as
great a joy as we can know - unless it be to share our laughter. We
searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything
beautiful it can provide. Most of all we love and want to be loved.
We want to live in a relationship that will not impede our
wandering, nor prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls;
that will take us for what little we have to give. We do not want to
prove ourselves to another or compete for love."

                                 - James Kavanaugh (via)


Those Winter Sundays


Sundays too my Father got up early
And put his clothes on in the blue black cold,
Then with cracked hands that ached
from labour in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.

I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, He'd call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house.

Speaking indifferently to him,
who had drawn out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love's austere and lonely offices?

                                            - Robert Hayden  (1913 - 1980)

Silence

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Before you speak, ask yourself: is it
kind, is it necessary, is it true, does it improve
on the silence?
                           ... Sai Baba

I appreciate your concerns. 
Yes, I am alive.
Yes, I am healthy... currently.
Just lining up ducks, working, hatching plans...
and returning shortly.


There is no path...



"Traveller, there is no path.
The path is made by walking."
                  ~Antonio Machado


image: Passage, by Robert and Shana ParkeHarrison

Humble living

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"Humble living does not diminish. It fills. Going back to a simpler self gives wisdom."
                                                               - Rumi

Looking at the soul...








Just stumbled across the Axel Vervoordt introspective on 1stdibs. Check it out...here.

A healthy poverty

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"There are many things to see, unwrapped gifts and free surprises. The world is fairly studded and strewn with pennies cast broadside by a generous hand. But - and this is the point - who gets excited by a mere penny? If you follow one arrow, if you crouch motionless on a bank to watch a tremulous ripple thrill on the water and are rewarded by the sight of a muskrat paddling from it's den, will you count that sight a chip of copper only, and go on your rueful way? It is dire poverty indeed when a man is so malnourished and fatigued that he won't stoop to pick up a penny. But if you cultivate a healthy poverty and simplicity, so that finding a penny will literally make your day, then, since the world is in fact planted in pennies, you have with your poverty bought a lifetime of days. It is that simple. What you see is what you get."
                                           from Pilgrim at Tinker Creek - Annie Dillard
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