First Love
Moss Roses, in my window. Click to enlarge Petals unfurl from a delicate flower, closer to picked with each passing hour, losing the I and gaining an our. — Michael Faudet, First Love, Dirty Pretty Things
Moss Roses, in my window. Click to enlarge Petals unfurl from a delicate flower, closer to picked with each passing hour, losing the I and gaining an our. — Michael Faudet, First Love, Dirty Pretty Things
Art by Amanda Domagala, on Tumblr Amanda says, “Make bad things, instead of making nothing” Something similar that’s been drummed into my head innumerable times over the years, by many mentors: “If you cannot do it well, do it badly.” :) If you love doing something, if you want to do something … do it. Does not matter how poorly or badly its done. You’re going to love it nonetheless....
via Diane Duane I’m almost 50, and here is the best thing I have learned so far: every strange thing you’ve ever been into, every failed hobby or forgotten instrument, everything you have ever learned will come back to you, will serve you when you need it. No love, however brief, is wasted. (I’d add every act of kindness,random or otherwise, to that list.)
My Reading Life
Lose something every day.
What I took away from Scott H Young’s article
If you’re ever feeling guilty about not cooking a fresh home-cooked meal, a reminder that people in cities historically either had cooks or ate at food stalls, going back to Ancient Greece. Ancient Egypt, too, although since everybody ate bread, beer, and onions, less of a thing. It’s a weird quirk of our obsession with nuclear families that everybody is expected to have time, skill, and equipment to cook daily and that if you’re a woman, particularly, you are a lesser person if you aren’t casually able to cook every day with random fresh ingredients....
Land of the Dawn Lit Mountains
The title says it all.
Iron Widow, Highlights