Unhappy is he to whom the memories of childhood bring only fear and sadness. Wretched is he who looks back upon lone hours in vast and dismal chambers with brown hangings and maddening rows of antique books, or upon … Continue reading
“hey, all you had to do was stay. all you had to do was stay. had me in the palm of your hand why’d you have to go and lock me out when i let you in. well it could … Continue reading
today i feasted on banana pancakes, made with love. today i met kit harrington, and perhaps i’m the one that knows nothing. today i committed to a daily routine of familiarising myself with my deck of major and minor arcana. … Continue reading
chinatown in london is already an exciting place to visit. if i am in the mood to meander, it takes little to no persuasion to set my course for leicester square station. climbing the steps to street level, i put … Continue reading
did you know that aloe vera plants can get sunburnt? isn’t it incredible that a plant that cures sunburn can be sunburned itself? anyway, just two days ago, my aloe plant was looking more like this guy… after being moved, she … Continue reading
i found a tiny, fluffy feather on the ground while at work today. a coworker told me she has seen quite a few recently which doesn’t make much sense because we work on the basement level of a busy shopping … Continue reading
as i prepare to go mushroom-hunting on this cool, dewy day, i thought it might be nice to capture an event that is all-too-common for me and perhaps rare for many, many others: feeding time. i have had a chilean … Continue reading
i found him earlier today.
he must have become caught between the screen and
glass panes of the kitchen window, and died on the sill.
when i was young, i spent hours collecting the delicate brown shells of resident cicadas, discarded ever so carefully on the conifer trees in my backyard. this was the beginning of a fascination, an obsession, even with the bits and pieces that creatures harmlessly leave behind. exoskeletons. feathers. antlers. scales. and finally, bones. i see them not as garbage, but as gifts, for what hope do we have if we can’t see beauty in the smallest parts of our world?
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“Brian Jacques, author of Redwall (1987) and some 20 sequels, died at the age of 71 on Sat., Feb. 5, 2011. His books have sold in the tens of millions and have touched adventure-loving kids all over the world. His … Continue reading
after eating myself silly in hampstead, i’m taking a moment to soak in some delicious rays. i guess everything is delicious right now, with that meal sitting comfortably in my belly – the tastes of it are still on my … Continue reading