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“I have always shook with fright before human beings.”
― Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human
“Nothing like poetry when you lie awake at night. It keeps the old brain limber. It washes away the mud and sand that keeps on blocking up the bends. Like waves to make the pebbles dance on my old floors. And turn them into rubies and jacinths; or at any rate, good imitations.”
― Joyce Cary, The Horse’s Mouth
“The . . . sun was shining in at the smoky small-paned windows; sometimes an outside shutter swung to with a creak, and eclipsed the glare. The narrow door stood wide open . . . and an old spotted dog lay asleep on the step, and looked wise and old enough to have gone to school with several generations of children.”
― Sarah Orne Jewett, A Native of Winby
“It is a strange thing to come home. While yet on the journey, you cannot at all realize how strange it will be.”
― Selma Lagerlöf
“You know, David, if I could send a message to mankind, I would send them a New Year’s greeting. I would like them to dwell on a single New Year’s prayer: ‘Lord, please let my soul come to maturity before it is reaped.'”
― The Phantom Carriage (1921), directed by Victor Sjöström; based on Thy Soul Shall Bear Witness! by Selma Lagerlöf
A Day in the Brine 
A wonderful reflection to begin my day. Thank you!
Oh Rebecca Budd, thank you so much. I am deeply chuffed you were here and smiling. I’ve missed you and am looking forward to catching up on your latest podcasts. I trust all is well and you’re in the full thrill of spring, now, dear chum. Thank you for flitting in and leaving behind such kind words. Cheers- autumn jade
Thanks for the gifts 🙂
You’ve match the feelings of words and art here ~ “Nothing like poetry when you lie awake at night. It keeps the old brain limber.” The same can be said with art of poetry (whether in words, photos, or GIFs), on a nice quiet morning. Cheers and hope all is well.
Thank you Dalo, too kind- glad you had a nice time wading through my little reverie- not the easiest time right now- art can offer some fragments of light through the darkness of the den where one tends to huddle sometimes. How entrenched in there I’ve become. Not sure I know how to perform as a human anymore, seems so foreign. Excuse the musing, Dalo. It’s one of those very late nights. 😉
Thank you for drizzling by, my friend. And now I must waft onto your own blog. Cheers. aj
Your musing are part of what I think everyone is dealing with at some level ~ the past couple years has put us all in a cocoon, which for the most part I did not mind… but breaking out of it is a weird metamorphosis that has been more difficult that I thought possible 🙂 Wishing you well, and look forward to your next creation (you’re the only blogger I know who posts less than I do!).
Just loved the GIFts you gave!
Too many grins to count, Carlos. Thank you for paddling by, dear friend.
How wondrous your gifs reflected and attended each poem 💕🕊💕