gradual enlightenment

with gusto

ingmarbergmanandwoodyallen:

Persona (1966)

“Curiosity then is the lifeblood of what it is to be human, but not merely the curiosity to know what lies over the next hill, or why a flower blossoms, or how a rock transforms, it is also the curiosity to know how you relate to all of those things, and perhaps more importantly, how they relate to you. Creative art is not just about expressing yourself as the ego; it is also about expressing yourself as the larger you. The understanding that you are part of the complexity of life and the universe, known and unknown is probably the most important voyage of discovery and curiosity that you will ever make, That you can then express that innate curiosity through creative artwork, in whatever discipline appeals to you, is a gift not taken up by many, but a vital ingredient in the outward perspective of us all.”

“Whenever you are creating beauty around you, you are restoring your own soul.”

—   

Alice Walker

Please stay here with us.

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“Nothing contributes so much to tranquilize the mind as a steady purpose - a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye.”

—   Mary Shelley (via oceanblue88)

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“We like to be out in nature so much because it has no opinion about us.”

—   Friedrich Nietzsche - Human, All Too Human (via fireintheshade)

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rasputinmaxim:

A worthy endeavour, an alternative symphony from the ambitious, corrosive ones on offer, that we are told are good for us. I would rather this, and the inner peace that comes with it.

rasputinmaxim:

A worthy endeavour, an alternative symphony from the ambitious, corrosive ones on offer, that we are told are good for us. I would rather this, and the inner peace that comes with it.

“So heavy
is the long-necked, long-bodied heron,
always it is a surprise
when her smoke-colored wings

open
and she turns
from the thick water,
from the black sticks

of the summer pond,
and slowly
rises into the air
and is gone.

Then, not for the first or the last time,
I take the deep breath
of happiness, and I think
how unlikely it is

that death is a hole in the ground,
how improbable
that ascension is not possible,
though everything seems so inert, so nailed

back into itself —
the muskrat and his lumpy lodge,
the turtle,
the fallen gate.

And especially it is wonderful
that the summers are long
and the ponds so dark and so many,
and therefore it isn’t a miracle

but the common thing,
this decision,
this trailing of the long legs in the water,
this opening up of the heavy body

into a new life: see how the sudden
gray-blue sheets of her wings
strive toward the wind; see how the clasp of nothing
takes her in.”

—   Heron Rises from the Dark, Summer Pond by Mary Oliver (via artpropelled)

“We do not escape into philosophy, psychology, and art—we go there to restore our shattered selves into whole ones.”

—   Anaïs Nin (via venuschild)

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