when i met you and you met me it was still september and we were strange and different and would be for a long time after—though i sometimes snagged you with certain secret hooks, shaping a sort of formless impression: something strange and indefinable divided the outline of your body from the space around you, but without making a human form, and in your eyes the sunlight revolved like a bicycle’s spoked wheel…the bicycle moves on and i’m carried along, filled with dry branches and coral. in my hair i wear the butterflies we collected together.

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I speak
because I am shattered.
—  “The Red Poppy” by Louise Glück (via the-final-sentence)

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The procedure for reclaiming your true nature and finding your way in the wild new world is always the same: drop into Wordlessness, sense your environment and position through Oneness, Imagine what you want, and Form things—situations, objects, relationships, projects, activities—that express your unique perspective. There’s a pleasingly brief word for this kind of radical creativity. It’s called “art.”
—  Martha Beck, Finding Your Way in a Wild New World

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Now Linky is telling me, “I feel something happening in the world, and I have to be part of it.” Through a huge act of will, I keep myself from bursting into tears of joy and gratitude, from jumping up and down shouting, “YOU! YOU! YOU!” It’s as if there’s been a Linky Nkuna-shaped absence in my heart since I was born, a missing piece of my soul’s puzzle, and that piece is clicking deliciously in alignment. It’s as if Linky and I both agreed to connect at a certain time and place, and if either one of us hadn’t made it, life would be infinitely poorer.
—  Martha Beck, Finding Your Way in a Wild New World

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When you plant lettuce, if it does not grow well, you
don’t blame the lettuce. You look for reasons it is not
doing well. It may need fertilizer, or more water, or
less sun. You never blame the lettuce. Yet if we have
problems with our friends or family, we blame the other
person. But if we know how to take care of them, they will
grow well, like the lettuce. Blaming has no positive
effect at all, nor does trying to persuade using reason
and argument. That is my experience. No blame, no
reasoning, no argument, just understanding. If you
understand, and you show that you understand, you can
love, and the situation will change.
—  Thich Nhat Hanh

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The true novelist, poet, musician, or artist is really a discoverer. Ideas — the theme of a plot, a poem, a picture, a theme of music — come to him as a gift. The idea, ‘the seed-corn’ as Brahms called it, he allows to develop naturally. There may come a point where it branches in one or many directions; he is free at this point to follow one or other. And it is here and here only that the judgment or choice of the true artist may legitimately be exercised. In fact the artist is in much the same position as a gardener growing prize rose trees, who in order to produce beautiful roses lops off unwanted shoots and suckers.
—  Rosamund E. M. Harding, An Anatomy of Inspiration

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Do not read, as children do, to amuse yourself, or like the ambitious, for the purpose of instruction. No, read in order to live.
—  Gustave Flaubert

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I feel like my first job as a writer is to pay really strict attention out in the world, and then to bring the resonant images, scenes, moments, glimmers, back to the page with me and turn them into language. Every single thing I have ever written has begun with the question, “What glimmered at me lately?” In this way I am sort of a collagist. I don’t ever say, for example, “I think I would like to write a story about…., or, “I have an idea for a character who…” I pay strict attention, both to what is going on in my physical proximity, and also to whenever something that is happening out there in the exterior landscape resonates with what is happening in my interior landscape. I trust those shivers of recognition more than I trust anything.
—  Pam Houston, Writeliving Interview

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Scripturient:
Possessing a violent desire to write.

—The Project Twins

Scripturient:

Possessing a violent desire to write.

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Our intention is to affirm this life, not to bring order out of chaos, nor to suggest improvements in creation, but simply to wake up to the very life we’re living, which is so excellent once one gets one’s mind and desires out of its way and lets it act of its own accord.
—  John Cage

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Any movement done with awareness is yoga.
Any movement not done with awareness is not yoga.
—  Devarshi

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