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“You’ve been living
For this for weeks
Without knowing it:
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The moment the house empties
Like a city in August
So completely
It forgets you exist.
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Light withdraws slowly
Is almost gone before you notice.
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In the stillness
Everything becomes itself:
The circle of white plates
On the kitchen table
The serious chairs that attend them.
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Even the roses on the papered walls
Seem to open a little wider.
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It looks simple:
The glass vase holding
Whatever is offered –
Cut flowers,
Or the thought of them –

Simple, though not easy
This waiting without hunger
In the near dark for
What you may be about to receive.”
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~Esther Morgan : 📷 Unknown

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“If only
Our bodies
Would marry
The beauty
Growing inside them,
It wouldn’t be
So exhausting
Trying
To love
Ourselves.”
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~ Christopher Poindexter : 📷 Unknown

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“You tell me
To live each day
As if it were my last.
This is in the kitchen
Where before coffee
I complain of the day ahead -
That obstacle race
Of minutes and hours,
Grocery stores and doctors.
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But why the last? I ask.
Why not live each day
As if it were the first -
All raw astonishment,
Eve rubbing her eyes awake
That first morning,
The sun coming up like
An ingénue in the east?
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You grind the coffee
With the small roar of
A mind trying to clear itself.
I set the table,
Glance out of the window
Where dew has baptised
Every living surface.”
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~ Linda Pastan : 📷 Richard Tuschman

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“There’s always
A few moments at dusk
When the sky sheds purple
And the world seems to
Exhale out the day.
I’m learning to breathe
Along side it.
I’m learning to soften
Into the in-betweens,
To be content
With the not knowing,
To innately understand
When it’s fine to stop
All of the reaching for a bit
And just be and believe.”
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~ Victoria Erickson : 📷 Unknown

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“With open arms
I embrace warmth and light,
May the magick of Litha
Shine bright tonight.
With faeries dancing
And magick abound.
I see the Summer Solstice
All around.
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On this Litha eve,
As twilight glows,
I welcome a transition,
Of which my soul knows.
I release all ego,
To sun, moon and earth,
My spirit rejuvenated,
By nature’s hearth.”
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~ Midsummer’s Eve Prayer ~
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Image by Patrick Demarchelier

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“For now she need not think of anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of - to think; well not even to think. To be silent; to be alone. All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others…and this self having shed its attachments was free for the strangest adventures. When life sank down for a moment, the range of experience seemed limitless.”
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~ Virginia Woolf : 📷 Peter Lindbergh

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“To make
Living itself
An art,
That is the
Goal.”
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~ Henry Miller : 📷 Mikael Jansson

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“What do cats
Remember of days?
They remember
The ways in from the cold,
The warmest spot,
The place of food.
They remember the places of pain,
Their enemies,
The irritation of birds,
The warm fumes of the soil,
The usefulness of dust.
They remember the creak of a bed,
The sound of their owner’s footsteps.
The taste of fish,
The loveliness of cream.
Cats remember
What is essential of days.
Letting all other memories go
As of no worth
They sleep sounder than we,
Whose hearts break
Remembering so many
Inessential things.“
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~ Brian Patten : 📷 Unknown.
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Wishing all those here in the UK a very happy Bank Holiday Monday and may everyone everywhere sleep as soundly as cats.
xxx

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“When we listen
To certain types of music
Or soak our eyes with paintings
Or fill our lungs with poems,
It all begins to blend
And run through us,
Quietly becoming
Part of our blood,
Flesh and bones.
We always carry
The art we’ve loved.”
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~ Victoria Erickson : 📷 Unknown.
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May 17th and here in the UK phase three officially opens up where we are able to visit our beloved museums, galleries and theatres again.
As we share in the excitement of the cultural life of our cities being returned to us, let us take a moment to realise just how fortunate we are that our health circumstances allow us to participate.
Today I’m thinking of some of my dear followers who due to debilitating chronic illnesses such as Myalgic Encephalitis have no prospect to a life outside of their homes or even their beds.
May we never take our good fortune for granted and think on those who are unable to join us.
I shall be taking a short countryside break towards the end of the week so there wont be any post next Monday but will be back on the following one.
Until then, take care and much love 🤍

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“The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.
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Is it that they are born again
And we grow old? No, they die too,
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.
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Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fullgrown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.”
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~ Philip Larkin : 📷 Louise Kay

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“She always had that look about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much too far and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world.”
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~ Joanne Harris : 📷 Mario Testino

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“Do not ask your children
To strive for extraordinary lives.
Such striving may seem admirable,
But it is the way of foolishness.
Help them instead to find the wonder
And the marvel of an ordinary life.
Show them the joy of tasting
Tomatoes, apples and pears.
Show them how to cry
When pets and people die.
Show them the infinite pleasure
In the touch of a hand.
And make the ordinary
Come alive for them.
The extraordinary will
Take care of itself.”
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~ William Martin : 📷 Bonita

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