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A quick post, just to share a couple of pictures and one of my favorite short stories ever, The Egg. I have read it a few years ago and loved it. It has been translated in many languages and many people know it, but for those who don't, here it is: "You were on your way home when you died. It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me. And that’s when you met me. “What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?” “You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words. “There was a… a truck and it was skidding…” “Yup,” I said. “I… I died?” “Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said. You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?” “More or less,” I said. “Are you god...

Philanthropy Fashion  store in Saint Augustine. Loved it. “What can I say, I'm a sucker for abandoned stuff, misplaced stuff, forgotten stuff, any old stuff which despite the light of progress and all that, still vanishes every day like shadows at noon, goings unheralded, passings unmourned, well, you get the drift. As a counselor once told me -a counselor for Disaffected Yought, I might add:  " You like that crap because it reminds you of you. "  Couldn't of said it better or put it more bluntly. Don't even disagree with it either.” ―   Mark Z. Danielewski ,  House of Leaves   Right on. I bought the book just because of this one quote.  “I do not know anything about Art with a capital A. What I do know about is my art. Because it concerns me. I do not speak for others. So I do not speak for things which profess to speak for others. My art, however, speaks for me. It lights my way.” ―  Mark Z. Danielewski ,  House of Leaves...

“Maybe we're just falling stars, we once danced in the same skyline looking down at the world.     And we've fallen like all others, from near and far, we've gathered together, but separated by time and space, keeping a part of that light that we've came with and spreading it in this dark world that we've chosen to live in, in order to shine some light and love around.   Maybe we've chosen to believe one truth today, and find it to be false tomorrow. Maybe we're trying to not get attached to the idea that we now know it all.     At night, we see the truth of where we've fallen from, gazing in that night sky full of distant stars, constellations, planets, the reflection of the Sun on the Moon, all with their own stories to tell.   Sometimes we wonder why would we leave such a mysterious place, with an infinite amount of stories and wonders.  Maybe it's because as stars we could've only seen each other's light from ...

“Everything around me is evaporating. My whole life, my memories, my imagination and its contents, my personality - it's all evaporating.  I continuously feel that I was someone else, that I felt something else, that I thought something else.  What I'm attending here is a show with another set. And the show I'm attending is myself.”  ―  Fernando Pessoa ,  The Book of Disquiet Memories from another Life. Just finished this fancy pair. The focals are recycled glass african beads, wire wrapped in oxidized steel and copper, adorned with fluorites, rumanite and rubies ~ real ones, from my awesome Mom. That's it for today, have a lovely evening! See you soon! xoxo

I am going to think of this day as the first day of my life. I will look on the members of my family with surprise and amazement, glad to discover that they are by my side, silently sharing that much talked about but little understood thing called love. I will look at everything and everyone as if for the first time, especially the small things that I have grown used to, quite forgetting the magic surrounding them.  Instead of noting down things I’m unlikely to forget on the piece of parchment I always carry with me, I will write a poem. Even if I have never written one before and even if I never do so again, I will at least know that I once had the courage to put my feelings into words. Tonight..., I’m going to spend time sorting through the pile of things I never had the patience to put in order. And I will find that a little of my history is there. And even the things I am accustomed to—like the sandals which, after long us...

The New Year is almost here ~ time for New Year's Resolutions....again! But how do I make sure that this time I will actually keep them? I need a plan. And a few good quotes for inspiration. Loved this one: One of the best New Year's motivators is the quote by Chinese philosopher, Lao tzu, who wisely said in The Way of Lao‐tzu, “A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.” The American Psychiatric Association (APA) offers the following tips to help families and individuals keep their resolutions for a healthy mind and healthy life: * Don't make too many resolutions.  * Pick a realistic, attainable goal with a reasonable time frame.  * Choose your own resolution. Make sure your goal is something that you want to accomplish for yourself and not just for friends or family.  * Make a plan and write it down. Writing your goals down is a good way to keep track of your progress.  * Involve friends and family. They can motivate you to keep...

     I love spending time outdoors with my little bugs... ...what I don't love is seeing all the garbage people leave behind sometimes. As I'm walking my dogs I can't help noticing plastic bags, candy wrappers, an empty soda can... Pick it up! says a voice in my head... No way, gross! Why should I pick up somebody else's garbage?!     An old book from an antique store in Wisconsin, loved the cover.. .If it looked like this, I'd be garbage hunting all day. But it doesn't... I remember when Mikey and I used to go fishing and I used to pick up the empty beer cans, the fishing line and whatever else was left behind by other fishermen. It really bothers me. I can't enjoy nature with all that stuff lying around. And something else... Cookie points, remember? A friend of mine loves birds. He talks to them and always has a cracker or some seeds for them... Why are you always feeding the birds? I asked. I like them...  h...