Können wir bitte aufhören, Menschen zu sagen, dass Aufgeben keine Option ist.

have a nice sunday

we only whisper about our dreams, and yet they leave us all too soon

everything comes to rest, and autumn spreads its blanket over all your silly summer thoughts

„Es könnte eine Zeit kommen, in der es als politisch nicht mehr opportun gilt, den Verbrechen der Vergangenheit jene Namen zu geben, die ihnen gebühren; erst dann werden wir beweisen können, wieviel uns die Freiheit wert ist." Guten Morgen mit Heinrich Böll 

Some days the clouds stay locked in! 📷🕊️ ….

Desire is like a storm, things get broken. © April Green

Autumn View. 🎨 Louise O'Hara

The path unknown,  where time folds softly   and silence speaks in riddles…

Every encounter, even those that seem random, has a purpose or a deeper meaning in our lives. People are placed on our paths to teach us lessons, bring blessings, offer inspiration, or help us grow and evolve. Be grateful for every person you cross paths with.

My songs are for you and my silences. We are one life. We are many songs. ~Muriel Rukeyser

‘The Lutinist.’ #Painting by Maurice Sapiro (b. 1932) #art

maybe... whatever you seek quiet, comfort, love gentle forgiveness or a safe place for the soul to nest be those things for yourself first they are not found in others 🍂

Adolf von Menzel Marien Strasse 1867

I’m still here…

this morning outside our window ❤︎🌿

Guten Morgen

Ladder in the orchard Umbria, Italy. #photography #monochrome

New design on an old structure...

Cueva de las Manos Río Pinturas Santa Cruz province Patagonia, Argentina collage of stenciled hand prints c. 7300 BCE

All has been translated into treasure weightless as amber, translucent as the currant on the branch, dark as the rose's thorn. This is the shell's iridescence and the wild bird's wing. Louise Bogan from Blue Estuaries

"Nothing is so difficult as not deceiving oneself." Ludwig Wittgenstein.

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...io non ho filosofia: ho sensi. Fernando Pessoa

Wenn Nähe Angst macht, ist Distanz nicht die Lösung.

she wanted to be loved the way the sky remembers the name of every bird... by touch

Touched by the final moments of Sunlight 📷🕊️ …

Camille Pissarro (1830–1903) Rue Saint-Honoré in the Afternoon. Effect of Rain, 1897.

By thinking so much, I became echo and abyss. By delving within, I made myself into many. Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

long ago i made a little promise to my heart... when a thing ends let it be what it is honor it with silence and let it fall away with the quiet grace of autumn

I am comfortable in the shadows among the unseen

"Das größte Problem der Kommunikation ist die Illusion, sie hätte stattgefunden" - George Bernard Shaw

... und wenn wir weniger von Schuld und mehr von Verantwortung sprechen?

Learning to see myself with more kindness and less doubt ✨

🍂 if you love a wild thing never speak its name... or the spell [and your heart] will be broken

only moths remember our dreams— they are the lacemakers of light ⋅ ᯽ ⋅ lacemakers' lamp self portrait 2015

Monday. I think I shall start to write again; many stories, dearest, are drumming their marching tunes in my head. Franz Kafka, 1913.

Arthur Streeton (1867–1943) Golden Summer, Eaglemont, 1889.

Es wäre absurd, wenn wir sowohl Engel als auch Teufel nicht verstehen würden, da wir sie erfunden haben. John Steinbeck

Moin

September approaching…I feel I owe myself a brief respite of leisure and no rushing around. I can’t face the dead reality. I want rainy days, lanterns and a hundred moons twining in dark leaves, music spilling out and echoing yet inside my head. ~Sylvia Plath