Edouard Hannon, Waldlichtung (Forest Clearing), 1897, Photogravure. Thank you, arsvitaest.
Lao Tzu exhorts us to listen to the world “not with ears but with mind, not with mind but with spirit.” Some days I hear what sounds like breathing: quick inhalations from the grass, from burnt trees, from streaming clouds, as if desire were finally being answered, and at night in my sleep I can feel black tree branches pressing against me, their long needles combing my hair.
Gretel Ehrlich. Today from the magical fountain of Whiskey River.
Albert Pinkham Ryder, Pond In Moonlight, date unknown. Thank you, benjaminhilts & cavetocanvas:
Brassaï, Chartres in Winter, 1946. Thank you, wonderfulambiguity.
Albert Pinkham Ryder, Spirit of Autumn, c. 1875. Beautiful. Thank you, benjaminhilts & cavetocanvas.
R.E.M. | “E-Bow the Letter.” Thank you, francine.
Fiction is a kind of compassion-generating machine that saves us from sloth. Is life kind or cruel? Yes, Literature answers. Are people good or bad? You bet, says Literature. But unlike other systems of knowing, Literature declines to eradicate one truth in favor of another; rather, it teaches us to abide with the fact that, in their own way, all things are true, and helps us, in the face of this terrifying knowledge, continually push ourselves in the direction of Open the Hell Up.
George Saunders (Thank you, wait-what? & devilduck)
Ladies of the Mongolian Steppe (Art of Zaya). With thanks to Working with Oneness on Facebook.
Sohrab Sepehri. Thank you, touba.
