Your life is art
I came across this post. Had to share.
Life is short. We all say this. Made me wonder...Are you living the life you deserve?Dreamed of?Want?If any of your answers were "no".The clock waits for no one.Time wasted can not be regained.Make a plan. Set some goals.Your life is your canvas. You are it's pen, brush, camera...Go create a masterpiece.
David Ferry, “That Now Are Wild and Do Not Remember”
Where did you go to, when you went away?It is as if you step by step were goingSomeplace elsewhere into some other rangeOf speaking, that I had no gift for speaking,Knowing nothing of the language of that placeTo which you went with naked foot at nightInto the wilderness there elsewhere in the bed,Elsewhere somewhere in the house beyond my seeking.I have been so dislanguaged by what happenedI cannot speak the words that somewhere youMaybe were speaking to others where you went.Maybe they talk together where they areRestlessly wandering, along the shore,Waiting for a way to cross the river.—David Ferry, “That Now Are Wild and Do Not Remember”
A Swan's Haiku
In the light she sitscelestial starlight ablazeAngelic Lilly
I love swans. They somehow manage to elicit the ethereal, graceful, and magical all at once. They are indeed my favorite bird, and play a symbolic roll in the novel I've been working on.They seem so delicate and precious too...So much so they make me wish I could cup one in my palms much like The Childlike Empress cradled that single grain of sand in The Neverending Story. *Sighs dreamily*I'm a blabbering whimsical mess tonight. I'm off to go drown myself in a yogurt parfait. (As any self respecting adorer of the chimerical would do.)love & whimsy,nicōle
The Love of Thousands
The moment you start to criticize yourself, or think you or your life is less than someone else's think of this...and know you are the product of love and are loved.
Photo: taken and edited by me. quote Linda Hogan.
LIVE Each Day
Today in Mass the Father gave a sermon about the end of days, and how people are afraid of death, instead of living their lives to the fullest each and every day. It was pretty awesome.My son Michael has been totally freaked out this last week because a kid at school told him about the Mayan calendar and that the world was going to end on December 21. Needless to say, when our Priest began discussing the end of days he reached for my hand and and squeezed. He might have even shut his eyes tight waiting for the bad news.Except there was none. The message was not about death or the end of this world, which let's face it, none of us can say with absolute certainty when-if ever life as we know it will end. But rather about life and the amazing gift we have been given. He really understood the message in a way I think only a child can. To live each and every day like it was your first, your last, and your only day here on earth. Eat the chocolate cake for breakfast. Jump into that pile of freshly raked leaves, and dance in the rain. For no other reason than it is fun and it makes your soul rejoice. A child is often times unburdened by their mortality-though my son seems to understand that there is a circle to our lives, in a way that is much more grown up than he should. I suppose he does have an old soul after all.I myself found the readings hit "home" for me to, not because I fear the end of time, but because they seemed to fit in so perfectly with what I'm writing right now.If you care to read the Bible readings for today's Mass they were Daniel 12: 1-3 and Mark 13: 24-32I wouldn't be surprised if these readings weren't in part quoted some where in my MS too.Love & Life,nicōlephoto: living-loudly.tumblr.com
Fools Rush, Where Angels Fear
Often times when writing and the words sort of begin to feel stale or the flow feels off I'll take myself on a virtual field trip.
I saw this photograph while searching for inspiration. Often times when writing and the words sort of begin to feel stale or the flow feels off I'll take myself on a virtual field trip. I came across this photograph and it spoke to me, because, in a round about way it very much reflects what I was writing about...Funny how things like that happen...Huh?
love & inspiration,
nicóle
photo: piccsy.com
