nothing she did
what she meant
but still her life
could be called a monument
shaped in a slant
of available light
and set to the movement
of possible music
— Carol Shields, The Stone Diaries
– soft, pale sunlight – red wine – meetings – winter greens – polaroids – petersham cafe – kew gardens – autumn’s orange – quiet – meditations – bikram – reading – lemon & ginger tea – espresso in bed – umbrellas – house plants – work celebrations – wool socks – stripy merino – taonga – fresh flowers – candlelight – walks – food – warmth – love – time passing –
all these things… these moments of life have their own beauty… every piece transitory… they are not the same as they were yesterday.
i am not the same
2 thoughts on “words”
i have difficulty holding myself lightly, my concept of myself. i’m working to learn this, my constancy and inconstancy.
that quote is beautiful, what is it from?
this is crazy lovely, all of it…
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