What narrative do you want to convey about yourself this year?
How would you describe what you want to be if you had a blank piece of paper in front of you?
Do not forget:
Hope is the sixth season. Love is the fifth.
Tsuchiya Koitsu – Winter
What narrative do you want to convey about yourself this year?
How would you describe what you want to be if you had a blank piece of paper in front of you?
Do not forget:
Hope is the sixth season. Love is the fifth.
Tsuchiya Koitsu – Winter
“We feel cold, but we don’t mind it, because we will not come to harm. And if we wrapped up against the cold, we wouldn’t feel other things, like the bright tingle of the stars, or the music of the aurora, or best of all the silky feeling of moonlight on our skin. It’s worth being cold for that.”
― Philip Pullman, The Golden Compass
Art – Wilfred Jenkins (1857-1936), A Country House by Moonlight
“Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness.”
– Kahlil Gibran
Art Santiago Rusiñol – Avenue of Plane Trees, 1916
“Advice is like the snow. The softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon and the deeper it sinks into the mind.”
– Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Oskar Bergman, Swedish, 1879-1963
A forest in winter. 1904
A Dream Within a Dream
By EDGAR ALLAN POE
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow —
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand —
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep — while I weep!
O God! Can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
Art – Ivan Konstantinovich Aivazovsky
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“Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter’s evening, when dusk almost hides the body, and they seem to issue from nothingness with a note of intimacy seldom heard by day.”
Virginia Woolf – Night and Day, 1919.
Art – Svend Rasmussen Svendsen (Norwegian, 1864 – 1945)
Welcome January!
A very Happy and Blissful New Year!
Art – E. Grasset, 1896, La Belle Jardiniere – January
“And now let us believe in a long year that is given to us, new, untouched, full of things that have never been…”
Rainer Maria Rilke – Letter to Clara Rilke, 1 Jan 1907.
Art – Maxfield Parrish- Peace at twilight