Danbury common, Essex.
Month: November 2020
What the world needs: Lovers.
“The plain fact is that the planet does not need more successful people. but it does desperately need more peacemakers, healers, restorers, storytellers and lovers of every kind. it needs people who live well in their places. it needs people of moral courage willing to join the fight to make the world habitable and humane. and these qualities have little to do with success as our culture has defined it.”
— David Orr
Thank goodness for the woods.
You’ll always fail sometimes when you begin.
And I know you wanna get out of here.
i know you think this town is the problem but maybe it’s not, maybe it’s you
i know you think there are walls around you, but did you ever look
it’s so easy to blame other people, it’s so easy to hate where you’re from
but the truth is we’re the product of nothing
just a collection of the things that we’ve done
what if the songs you say define you were just the ones that you heard first?
what if your first love could be your last love if you hadn’t used it as a way to rehearse?
it’s so easy to think of an ending, it’s so easy to start all over again
but the truth is you have to stick with it;
you’ll always fail sometimes when you begin.
– summer camp
Once the storm is over.
“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”
— Haruki Murakami, “kafka on the shore”
It’s getting dark earlier. Winter is coming.
The calm after the storm.
Virginia Waters.
There’s beauty in goodbye.
The only thing that makes it a part of your life is that you keep thinking about it.
Don’t let bad things live rent free in your mind. Let go.
Good enough
Outubro foi… anticlimático. Meio que um fracasso. Chuva, chuva e mais chuva, acompanhada de um vendaval que arrancou as folhas das árvores em tempo recorde, muito antes de eu ter tempo, inclinação e oportunidade de admirá-las. As lojas, geralmente cheias de caveiras e abóboras, estavam desprovidas de quinquilharias de halloween. Todos esperavam um Dia das Bruxas fraco e não estavam errados: um total de zero crianças bateu na minha porta em busca de guloseimas e estavam certos. Arriscar um vírus em troca de chocolate barato? Não vejo vantagem.
Comi todos os doces que comprei por precaução, assisti alguns filmes de terror, escutei minha (sempre maravilhosa) playlist de halloween, não fiz um jack’o’lantern, mal decorei a casa e fui para a cama em estado de sugar high, low spirit.
A boa notícia é que estamos vivos. E isso é bom o suficiente.
Hello Lolla 