Monday 31 January 2011

to rest, contemplate and take time to think about who you are is the essence of an authentic self

Monday 24 January 2011

surrounded by detail

The Diary of Anne Frank



The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and that God wishes to see people happy, amidst the simple beauty of nature.

Wednesday 19 January 2011

'The Soul of the Rose' by John Waterhouse


'Often associated with the Pre-Raphaelites, who aimed to recapture the beauty and simplicity of the medieval world, John William Waterhouse was also a classical painter. Born the year the Pre-Raphaelites first exhibited at the Royal Academy, he inherited their taste for Alfred Tennyson, John Keats and William Shakespeare and was fascinated by beauty, the underworld and myths of enchantresses.'

http://www.johnwilliamwaterhouse.com/exhibitions/waterhouse-beauty-of-passion/

Thursday 13 January 2011

dream.

Dreams

All people dream, but not equally.
Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind,
Wake in the morning to find that it was vanity.

But the dreamers of the day are dangerous people,
For they dream their dreams with open eyes,
And make them come true.

-DH Lawrence

Monday 10 January 2011

Sunday 9 January 2011

Psalm 91:4



He will cover you with his feathers,
and under his wings you will find refuge;
his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.


Some favourite things (in no particular order):

1. red shoes and lace


2. hanging things


3. train stations

4. sienna (the colour...and also the town!)

5. fruit salad

Friday 7 January 2011

On becoming a word shaker.

The Book Thief by Mark Zusak



"The best word shakers were those who understood the true power of words. They were able to climb the highest."

Thursday 6 January 2011

Blowing in the Wind




Blowing in the Wind

How many years must a mountain exist
Before it is washed to the sea
How many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free
How many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn't see
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind

Bob Dylan

Monday 3 January 2011

Saturday 1 January 2011




a perfect place to dream.



















Bright Star

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--
No--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever--or else swoon to death.

John Keats