“It is looking at things for a long time that ripens you and gives you meaning.”
-Vincent Van Gogh
From The Louvre, The Musee d’Orsay is just a short walk across the bridge and along the Seine. But, a walk across and along the Seine is so much more than that, isn’t it? It is a stroll down Memory Lane, only they are not actual memories- they are all the imagined scenarios you’d hoped to collect someday but deep down never really knew how to conjure up into realness. Continue reading →
“With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy?”
Ernest Hemingway said to write hard and clear about what hurts. A truth I am trying to champion is that there is an acuity to my words only when they are written extractions of my tragic vulnerabilities (proof: here); I want to be able to extract my happiness with the same amount of expressive precision. I have hesitated for quite some time to publish this part of my life for fear of brandishing my unpleasantries for the world wide web to witness. But, another truth I am trying to overcome is that I am not very brave. And so I am going to do as Ernest urged. He was, after all, a man so very handsome, and as “I’m just a girl who cain’t so no” to a handsome man… Continue reading →
“Wherever you go becomes a part of you somehow.”
I never knew how much I wanted to see the world until I actually saw some of it. Now that I’ve seen what the world looks like beyond the periphery of my homeland, seeing every corner of it is one of my heart’s most earnest desires. Continue reading →
“There are all sorts of things that have to be tended to in the world.”
-Marian Cannon Shlesinger, little old lady
I happened upon this article today and was thoroughly inspired. Marian Cannon Shlesinger, a centenarian and a spitfire, imparts the wisdom she’s gathered while on this walk we call existing. Continue reading →
“I ask not for any crown, But that which all may win. Nor try to conquer any world, Except the one within.” -Louisa May Alcott
I was terrified to ride her. But not terrified enough not to. We began at my favorite hour, when Night begins its quiet capture of Day. On the back of a painted horse, I breathed in the free night air and let the sounds of Outside accompany my heart’s nervous trepidations.
“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language, and next year’s words await another voice.”
-T.S. EliotI recently read this on the internet and got a guilty chuckle out of it: “I can’t believe it’s been a year since I didn’t become a better person.” Sad, but oh-so-true.
“No man was ever eloquent by trying to be eloquent, but only by being so.” –George Henry Lewes
Certain words, pairs of words, phrases- reading them makes me feel more real. I love the art that lies within an eloquent, silent elocution of prose. At times I find nothing more stirring than a string of carefully chosen words.
“‘I’ve been through all this before,’ he said to his heart.
‘Yes, you have been through all this before,’ replies his heart.
‘But you have never been beyond it.'”
-Paulo Coelho, Warrior of the Light
I learned a word yesterday that I had yet to ever encounter: willowwacks. It means “a wooded, uninhabited area”. It’s an awfully silly sounding word, but I do love what it implies: portions of space yet to be “habitated”. Of course, I have no use for this word in the literal sense; I immediately thought of it metaphorically
“When I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent, which is death to hide, Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent…” -John Milton, “Sonnet On His Blindness”
There’s an alluring summer storm brewing outside. The bellowing thunder is in good company with the “hard rain” that’s falling. There was a time not too long ago, when it rained with such insistence that the only explanation was that Utah’s lover was unfaithful and all Utah could do to alleviate the pain was cry and cry. Continue reading →