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I spent all night reading poetry, at 5am I wasn't halfway done. Here's what I found:
Feb 17, 2025
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i have recently started reading this poetry book by mary oliver and it is sososo beautiful <3 it makes me appreciate life and nature more. the loveliest thing about poetry books is that you don't need to worry about forgetting where you left off!! you can read a few entries and call it a day, and then just pick it back up again when you feel like it!!
one of the poems i love rn:
On Meditating, Sort Of – Mary Oliver
Meditation, so I’ve heard, is best accomplished
if you entertain a certain strict posture.
Frankly, I prefer just to lounge under a tree.
So why should I think I could ever be successful?
Some days I fall asleep, or land in that
even better place — half-asleep — where the world,
spring, summer, autumn, winter —
flies through my mind in its
hardy ascent and its uncompromising descent.
So I just lie like that, while distance and time
reveal their true attitudes: they never
heard of me, and never will, or ever need to.
Of course I wake up finally
thinking, how wonderful to be who I am,
made out of earth and water,
my own thoughts, my own fingerprints —
all that glorious, temporary stuff.
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Upstream, A thousand mornings, dog songs. I’ve been reading her poetry in the mornings, couldn’t recommend it enough.
Mar 8, 2024
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There's this one note on the app I fill with everything– from the most joy-inducing to the shortest happening– that matters to me.
Key word is sincerity. Anything that can catch you saying: "What a blessing it is to be alive!". It's thoroughgoing work but once you commit it's very rewarding to see the outcome. Your very own reflection in this world through what you notice. The sense that you're surrounded by proof of love, knowing that you belong in that space.
I go over it again and again perfecting it, I try to stay true and aware. My friends began theirs at my incentive, we share our findings together and it mutually gives us inspiration. I wish everyone made a list of what they love. I'm kickstarting the project.
Feb 17, 2025
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Recess in primary school: I hung from the metal spider web–whatever you call it–upside down, until my face would flush as bright as a ruby. The bells rang, the teachers gathered us in.
During class I noticed I lost the ring that my best friend Marie had given me cause we got along so well and easy. This ring bore a little ladybug, my lucky charm, and it was the only piece of jewelry I owned at 9 years old. It must've slipped out of my finger earlier, wiggling in the playground pretending to float, I thought. Once I put the pieces back together, recovering the ring became my top priority.
The next break was a race against the clock. Although the other kids running around got in my way, I could reach the spot and began scooping the pebbles with my hands. I turned the ground over–my nails and knees all dusty–I dug and dug and picked every rock in this square, but nothing. I was defeated.
The ring may still be here as of now, an artifact of where once great friendship took flight.
This story isn't an achievement of any kind, it isn't a staple in my life, just an anecdote among many. But it is how I wish to be remembered: a dear friend, arm-deep in the grime, trying to find something special, something shiny, a gift.
Thank you for the memories that your question brought up, given that I don't recall most of my childhood, it's a real brain twister (in a good way).
Feb 18, 2025
The Rhodes in Riders on the Storm (played beautifully by Ray Manzarek) turned the notes into delicate droplets of water. One of a kind sound, like a smooth lullaby. I saved a 115-hour-long playlist on Spotify containing only Fender Rhodes jazz and listen to it religiously. Praise the Rhodes.
Feb 17, 2025