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Reading a good book after a bad day is like a warm hug from a dear friend
I am not afraid of being alone. Indeed, in small doses, I find it a reliefโthe presence of people I love overburdens my heart. The times when I think of them from a distance are restful breaks.
Simone de Beauvoir, tr. by Justin O’Brien, from “The Woman Destroyed,”
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Sometimes I’m overwhelmed with the insatiable desire to learn. To know astronomy and geography and language and architecture; to recognize each constellation, planet, and star; to speak and understand all languages, be able to decipher ancient Greek and Latin text; to grow my understanding of how the human body works; study the differences and similarities of each religion; recognize the use for each herb and seed and sapling.
I want to better myself, not for fame or recognition or power. I just want to understand.
I wanna live in a little quaint cottage that backs up to a big old forest full of birds and deer and mystery and i want to dry my laundry outside when its sunny and tend to my garden when its foggy and sit inside by the fire and write when its rainy
your presence on this planet is so welcome. i hope you never feel left out or abandoned. i wish nothing but a life full of peace. may you always feel a sense of contentment and joy. you are worthy of good, may you always find it when you need it.
i love cats. this is a post about loving cats. i love ‘em. with their lil soft paws and loud purs and nuzzling. great.
Hey, do you know that feeling of hitching up a long skirt so you don’t fall on your face when walking upstairs, and then you immediately become a wretched yet resolute Jane Austen character? It’s a universal thing, right?
It’s like resting a laundry basket against your hip and suddenly you’re a long-suffering peasant woman, wondering if you’ll survive the winter.
a shawl wrapped around the shoulders and you’re wandering the moors in a Brönte novel, feeling melancholic
Looking out the window at the rain and you’re a love-stricken newlywed wondering when your husband will return from the war.
Long skirt billowing behind you while to go down the stairs, you’re a proper Lady in a flowing ball gown being introduced at a fancy social function.
Hair blowing in the wind and suddenly you’re hovering on a cliff by the sea, staring out into the waves and praying your merchant husband will return from his voyage across the ocean
Hood up against the rain and wind and you’re a medieval abbess defying the weather and travelling on foot with your people to find a place to establish a new community.
Wiping your hands on your apron and you’re an 18th century kitchen girl rushing to let in the delivery boy you secretly love.
The cool fall wind catches your skirt, sends leaves swirling around your feet, and catches your hair and sends it flying behind you, and suddenly you’re a enchantress roaming the woods, daring any man to challenge your power.
Driving alone in an unfamiliar place just after sunset, and you’re the protagonist of a mystery novel about to pick a nice quiet town to settle where you can hide from your dangerous past.
Light a candle and protect it with your hand as you walk, and suddenly you’re a French duchess venturing into your husband’s darkened study to search for the sealed letters he locked away in his desk.
It’s so healing to wake up in a silent house and silently make your own coffee or tea and enjoy the beautifully intricate fullness of the morning silence while remaining calm and collected and unbothered by all outer and inner noise and it’s so low-key elevating and pacifying to rejoice in the silent atmosphere of your own house and just silently block the rest of the world…it’s a slice of heaven
a gentle reminder that you did well this year. you met new people, learned new things and felt new feelings. you did so many things that made you scared. you picked yourself up off the floor after feeling completely defeated or heartbroken. there were some really tough nights but you survived them all. you made people happy just by existing. you accepted many goodbyes but the serendipitous meetings made up for them. it was your own hard work that paid off but you always downplay it or compare yourself to others. that’s not fair on yourself. you’ve come so far from the first day of this year. you have more wisdom and strength now. yes, other people seem more “successful” but does that even matter? please don’t think so lowly of yourself to only think about your failures. 2018 was your year of growth. I hope you take a moment to be kind to yourself, and believe that 2019 will be even better.
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