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
Good weather and the light have summoned me outdoors in my tiny courtyard.
It is small and sweet with two birch trees welcoming Spring with bursting buds … and quarreling sparrows.
We all keep a tiny shred of spring and hope in our hearts.
I have written these for the blog of a client. Nevertheless, they are the truest sentences that I know…
Art – Spring Explosive by Salvador Dali, 1965
I’ve always felt that one of the most devastating states of mind is the absence of hope. And that is a condition that envelops a goodly number of people everywhere. And when you make drama of that condition, it’s almost as if words are not necessary.
– SIDNEY POITIER, 1992
Art by Christian Schloe.
Hope is a wounded seagull
perched on a blue cliff
in mid storm.
It is the beautiful girl giving you a smile
and words that smell like midnight lilies.
Hope is the nadir
of this imperfect world.
Art by Christian Schloe.