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I was sand, I was snow—written on, rewritten, smoothed over.

November 18, 2014 nellibell49 Leave a comment

THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

― Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

“In every outthrust headland, in every curving beach, in every grain of sand there is the story of the earth.”

― Rachel Carson

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“A poet is a man who puts up a ladder to a star and climbs it while playing a violin.” ― Edmond de Goncourt | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

VIOLIN.Take up your violin and play to meAnd let your music set my spirit free.Cast off the chains of hard reality.And wander in the realms of poesy Source: “A poet is a man who puts up a ladder to a star and climbs it while playing a violin.” ― Edmond de Goncourt | THE OLD […]

The mountain mist, which Blacks had thought the souls of bygone men, Came closing in, with swirls of rain. Mark O’Connor. | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

The house of envy lies in the lowest hollows, golden, sunless, breathed upon by no wind, grim and filled full of inert chill, and lacking warmth, is always roiled in fog. Source: The mountain mist, which Blacks had thought the souls of bygone men, Came closing in, with swirls of rain. Mark O’Connor. | THE […]

“Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame.” W.B. Yeats, The Land of Heart’s Desire | the GEM COLLECTION 2016

“Listen to th’ wind wutherin’ round the house,” she said. “You could bare stand up on the moor if you was out on it tonight.”Mary did not know what “wutherin’” meant until she listened, and then she understood. It must mean that hollow shuddering sort of roar which rushed round and round the house, as […]

“Granny Weatherwax was not lost. She wasn’t the kind of person who ever became lost. | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

LOST IN THE BUSH I’d left the camp, and lost my way,‘ Mid tangled vines and ferns; And puzzled was which way to take From out the many turns; When presently I saw some smoke Through swamp oaks wreathing up, And close beside me soon I heard The yelping of a pup. Source: “Granny Weatherwax […]

You do not teach the paths of the forest to an old gorilla. | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

Congratulations! You’re not perfect! It’s ridiculous to want to be perfect anyway. But then, everybody’s ridiculous sometimes, except perfect people. Source: You do not teach the paths of the forest to an old gorilla. | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

BUT I DO BELIEVE I AM NEARER TO AN ANSWER, GENTLE HANDS

AND I IMAGINE EVEN MORE OF THE ANSWER WILL BE IN THE GARDEN.

DON’T GO HUNTING IN URGENCY OUT THERE IN THE WORLD YOU DON’T CARE FOR.

LOOK IN THE GARDEN.

LISTEN TO THE CHILDREN.

ASK IZZY.

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