knitted

Instead of needles...use your hands. Instead of yarn...use your feelings. Knit my soul slowly and cover me with a blanket from the inside out.

Dreams of a city

"With cities, it is as with dreams: everything imaginable can be dreamed, but even the most unexpected dream is a rebus that conceals a desire or, its reverse, a fear. Cities, like dreams, are made of desires and fears, even if the thread of their discourse is secret, their rules are absurd, their perspectives deceitful,... Citește în continuare →

A place for yourself

"Where you come from is gone, where you thought you were going to was never there, and where you are is no good unless you can get away from it. Where is there a place for you to be? No place... Nothing outside you can give you any place... In yourself right now is all... Citește în continuare →

Merry Christmas

  " Christmas is a magical holiday season that brings with it joy and heartwarming thoughts. Inspire your friends and loved ones with just the right words needed to spread some blessings. May your holiday be merry and bright as well as the rest of your days. Sending you lots of love this Christmas season."... Citește în continuare →

Sparkle

 "There is nobody like us in this world… if only we moved through the world like we knew that for sure. You don’t ever need to compete with anybody else because when you’re being the most truthful version of yourself, there is no competition. We have to learn to look INTO ourselves instead of AT ourselves... Citește în continuare →

Winterwonderland

"The air is frozen lace on my skin, delicate and cold, like winter waves on sallow sand.The sky is washed with grey, watery light illuminating thin patches to brilliance. In some moments I am watching my boots over the frozen sidewalk, perfect concrete slabs, flat and square, and in others transfixed to the interplay of... Citește în continuare →

December

"Now is the time of fresh starts This is the season that makes everything new. There is a longstanding rumor that Spring is the time of renewal, but that's only if you ignore the depressing clutter and din of the season. All that flowering and budding and birthing--- the messy youthfulness of Spring actually verges... Citește în continuare →

dusk

"The pale stars were sliding into their places. The whispering of the leaves was almost hushed. All about them it was still and shadowy and sweet. It was that wonderful moment when, for lack of a visible horizon, the not yet darkened world seems infinitely greater—a moment when anything can happen, anything be believed in."... Citește în continuare →

A poem

"November- They say it is the month of death, But I have never seen such beauty in decay. Remains of Autumn, Still smoldering, Cling to the branches, And the earth is painted a thousand shades of red. When a heavy fog smothers the ground, Breathe in and let it fill your lungs. It is at... Citește în continuare →

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