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“Never love anybody who treats you like you are ordinary”
- Oscar Wilde
Photograph ©Nadia Sarwar
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The Arnolfini Marriage by Jan Van Eyck, 1434
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'Affascinata' by Adolphe Alexandre Lesrel
(1839 – 1929)
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Time is never wasted searching for gold; golden light, that is. Yesterday morning, we found El Capitan, the Merced, and a little snow sharing in a golden glow. Moments like these make us realize how lucky and special any moment in Yosemite can be.
Yosemite National Park
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“Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love - that makes life and nature harmonise. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one's very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns." ~ George Eliot
~ Photo by Sarachmet
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Forget about enlightenment...
Sit down wherever you are
And listen to the wind singing in your veins.
Feel the love, the longing, the fear in your bones.
Open your heart to who you are, right now,
Not who you would like to be,
Not the saint you are striving to become,
But the being right here before you, inside you, around you.
All of you is holy.
You are already more and less
Than whatever you can know.
Breathe out,
Touch in,
Let go.
~ JOHN WELWOOD in *Poems of Love and Awakening* 2015, CreateSpace
PAINTING: "Spring in Goscieradz" by Leon Wyczółkowski, c. 1933.
Oil on canvas, dimensions unspecified. Private collection.
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Night and her Daughter Sleep, 1902 by Mary L Macomber
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“I was thinking:
so this is how you swim inward,
so this is how you flow outward,
so this is how you pray.”
~ Mary Oliver
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Simona Kossak (1943-2007) Polish biologist, ecologist, author, PhD in forestry, and uncompromising conservation activist
They called her a witch because she chatted with animals and owned a crow, who stole gold and attacked bicycle riders.
She spent more than 30 years in a wooden hut in Poland's Białowieża Forest, without electricity or access to running water. A lynx slept in her bed, and a tamed boar lived under the same roof with her. She was a scientist, ecologist, and the author of award-winning films, as well as radio broadcasts. She was also an activist who fought for the protection of Europe’s oldest forest. Simona believed that one ought to live simply, and close to nature. Among animals, she found that which she never found with humans.
Photo Lech Wilczek.
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This portrait, painted in 1515 is attributed to Lucas Cranach the Elder, (1472-1553).
The subject is Duchess Catherine Thielska of Mecklenburg, (1487-1561).
She was Duchess Consort of Saxony through her marriage to Duke the Pious of Saxony in 1512.
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If all the woman of the world recorded their dreams for a single week and laid them all end to end, we would recover the last million years of women’s hymns and chants and dances, all of women's art and stories, and medicines, all of women's lost histories. Sing it! Nothing that can be remembered with love, can ever be lost!
~ Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estes from poem 'Midrash,' in the manuscript La Pasionaria/ Bright Angel: Poems of Clarissa Pinkola Estés ©1985, 2013, all rights reserved.
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