Saturday, August 15, 2015
Friday, August 14, 2015
Thursday, August 13, 2015
Wednesday, August 12, 2015
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Tuesday, August 11, 2015
"The floor seemed wonderfully solid.
It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther."
~Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
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Monday, August 10, 2015
"Everything goes away, Jack Sawyer, like the moon.
Everything comes back, like the moon"
~ Stephen King , The Talisman
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Sunday, August 9, 2015
Whenever I gaze up at the moon, I feel like I'm on a time machine.
I am back to that precious pinpoint of time, standing on the foreboding,
yet beautiful, sea of tranquility.
I could see our shining blue planet Earth poised in the darkness of space.
~ Buzz Aldrin
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Saturday, August 8, 2015
Friday, August 7, 2015
five facts about me
1. I share my life with intelligent, humorous, creative, loving companions
2. My daughter is my joy
3. I'm a creative, mindful being
4. I have suffered much loss in the recent past
5. I carry on
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Thursday, August 6, 2015
Wednesday, August 5, 2015
deep inside the heart of this troubled man
there's an itty bitty boy tugging at your hand
born bitter as a lemon but you must understand
that you've been giving me joy
~Iron and Wine
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Tuesday, August 4, 2015
Maude: I would like to change into a sunflower most of all. They're so tall and simple.
what flower would you like to be?
Harold: I don't know. One of these, maybe.
Maude: Why do you say that?
Harold: Because they're all alike.
Maude: Oh, but they're not. Look. See, some are smaller, some are fatter, some grow to the left,
some to the right, some have even lost some petals. All kinds of observable differences.
You see, Harold, I feel that much of the world's sorrow comes from people who are this,
yet allow themselves to be treated as that.
Harold and Maude (1971)
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Monday, August 3, 2015
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Sunday, August 2, 2015
Saturday, August 1, 2015
Begin. Over and over, again.
That is the cycle, correct?
More blooms in the garden of loss this year. Making peace comes much more
slowly than before. How do we say goodbye without losing ourselves?
Breathe. Over and over, again.
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