tangible

dreams made flesh.
love it.

love it.

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I don’t want to stand before you
like a thing, shrewd, secretive.
I want my own will, and I want
simply to be with my will,
as it goes toward action.
And in the silent, sometimes hardly moving times,
when something is coming near,
I want to be with those who know
secret things or else alone.
I want to unfold.
I don’t want to be folded anywhere,
because where I am folded,
there I am a lie.

Rainer Maria Rilke  (via theburnthatkeepseverything)

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I read, “Wearing, carrying or meditating with clear quartz crystal opens the mind and heart to higher guidance, allowing the realm of Spirit to be transmitted and translated into the world of physical form. Resonating at the level of an individual’s needs, clear quartz also amplifies whatever energy or intent is programmed into it, and continues to broadcast that energy throughout the world and into the etheric realms. This may accelerate the fulfillment of one’s prayers, intensify healing or spiritual growth, or simply allow the crystal to hold a pattern of energy long enough and strongly enough for the manifestation of a goal to occur.”

For the third time in my life, I purchased a quartz pendant necklace yesterday. Some of these vague beliefs, vaguely on my mind. The concept interests me. The crystal has always appealed to me. I’ve given it as gifts. Planted it here and there.  Simple. Natural yet magical. Refracts light into a perfectly brilliant spectrum. This afternoon, I put it on. Went out, spoke, laughed, gave and accepted advice. Meditated on the heaviness of August. On the walk home, the necklace just about jumped off my neck as I walked, having come apart of its own accord, and the crystal hit the sidewalk and broke in two.

"How did that happen?"
"I don’t know. Too heavy? I think it was just too heavy."

paintdeath:

Pina Bausch

Our separation of each other is an optical illusion of consciousness.

Albert Einstein  

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Patience, n., A minor form of despair, disguised as a virtue.

Ambrose Bierce, The Unabridged Devil’s Dictionary

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If I overreach myself for love, it is because I crave it so much, and have known so little of it. Love as perhaps an opiate; but I know it to be creative as well.

Allen Ginsberg, from a letter to Jack Kerouac

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danism1:


Window display of fruits and groceries at Riley’s Groceries and Provisions, 1478 Queen Street West, Parkdale - [Toronto, ca. 1922]

danism1:

Window display of fruits and groceries at Riley’s Groceries and Provisions, 1478 Queen Street West, Parkdale - [Toronto, ca. 1922]

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They sat far apart
deliberately, to experience, daily,
the sweetness of seeing each other across
great distance.

Louise Glück, from The Ruse 

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Oh yes. Pure whimsey. Should I ever be so reckless as to fall in love again, this is going to be re-enacted in fine fashion.

Oh yes. Pure whimsey. Should I ever be so reckless as to fall in love again, this is going to be re-enacted in fine fashion.

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You don’t always win your battles, but it’s good to know you fought.

Lauren Bacall 

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