Month: May 2018
A Written Word
“A written word is the choicest of relics. It is something at once more intimate with us and more universal than any other work of art. It is the work of art nearest to life itself. It may be translated into every language, and not only be read but actually breathed from all human lips; — not be represented on canvas or in marble only, but be carved out of the breath of life itself.” ―Henry David Thoreau
Spring-ish



An intense heat wave caused a lot of things to bloom quickly. Pretty soon, I’ll have garden photos, but for now, some observations.
Human Interaction

Trauma.
“Trauma. It doesn’t eke itself out over time. It doesn’t split itself into manageable bite-sized chunks and distribute itself equally throughout your life. Trauma is all or nothing. A tsunami wave of destruction.
A tornado of unimaginable awfulness that whooshes into your life – just for one key moment – and wreaks such havoc that, in just an instant, your whole world will never be the same again.” ―Holly Bourne

