It is a kind of nowhere, famous for nothing at all and has an appeal because of just that. Robert M. Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance
It is a kind of nowhere, famous for nothing at all and has an appeal because of just that. Robert M. Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance
ie, what I didn’t get a chance to see or do in Oslo. Barcode Oslo With the Oslo Opera House nearby this neighborhood, I don’t know how I forgot to visit this place. Either way, the next time I visit… Continue Reading →
We try our hardest to make it in this world, when all we really need is to create our own and live the life we have always dreamed. Sometimes our roads are met with obstacles, a bridge burned or a… Continue Reading →
I know the sag of the unfinished poem. And I know the release of the poem that is finished. ~Mary Oliver
Do you ever feel this?
I believe I do sometimes.
Mary Oliver on the process of writing poetry.
I’d like to believe in happily ever afters found in fairy tales and classic literature like Pride & Prejudice. That, of course, is my hopeless romanticism speaking. (Well, technically not all fairy tales, but that is another story entirely). Do… Continue Reading →
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