March 2012
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I want to appreciate you without judging. Join you without invading. Invite you...
– Virginia Satir (via nirvikalpa)
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The rain surrounded the whole cabin with its enormous virginal myth, a whole...
– Thomas Merton
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Still Life at Dusk
It happens surprisingly fast, the way your shadow leaves you. All day you’ve been linked by the light, but now that darkness gathers the world in a great black tide, your shadow leaves you to join the sea of all other shadows. If you stand here long enough, you, too, will forget your lines and merge with the tall grass and old trees, with the crows and...
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The Poem as Mask
Orpheus When I wrote of the women in their dances and wildness, it was a mask, on their mountain, gold-hunting, singing, in orgy, it was a mask; when I wrote of the god, fragmented, exiled from himself, his life, the love gone down with song, it was myself, split open, unable to speak, in exile from myself. There is no mountain, there is no god, there is memory of my torn...
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Five hundred new fairytales discovered in Germany
Collection of fairytales gathered by historian Franz Xaver von Schönwerth had been locked away in an archive in Regensburg for over 150 years Read one of the fairytales: The Turnip Princess
Spinning a yarn … King Golden Hair, one of the newly-discovered fairytales. Illustration: Barbara Stefan
A whole new world of magic animals, brave young princes and evil witches has come to light with...
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When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn
when death comes and takes all...
– Mary Oliver (via artpropelled)
Many of us spend our whole lives running from feeling with the mistaken belief...
– Saint Bartholomew (via thelittlesea)
Your deepest roots are in nature. No matter who you are, where you live, or what...
– Charles Cook (via which-witch)
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The heart cannot be broken. The heart can be wounded and cause the whole...
– Henry Miller, Nights of Love and Laughter (via ituccio)