Stuff that catches my fancy and random, sorted thoughts from the inner scrambles of my mind.

What you may expect to find here are what I consider good taste and some of the best in photography, philosophy, humor, art, architecture, food, music, poetry, literature and dance. I hope you like some of the things I enjoy.

I like anything to do with good design such as interior design, architecture, photography, and art. I enjoy philosophy and psychology. I love to figure out what makes individuals tick. Music of most all types but particularly classical, world, pop, acoustic guitar is a big part of my life and add some dance to the music and my day is great! I like to write and occasionally I will write poetry and I really love to read it out loud and I even record it sometimes.

I'm a Myers-Briggs type ENFJ which means I love people and have a great interest in them.

I guess you could say I'm a humanities kind of person. :)

Posts tagged with “confession”

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The Confession of an Apricot
I love incorrectly
There is a solemnity in hands, the way a palm will curve in accordance to a contour of skin, the way it will release a story.
This should be the pilgrimage. The touching of a source. This is what sanctifies.
This pleading.  This mercy. I want to be a pilgrim to everyone, close to the inaccuracies, the astringent dislikes, the wayward peace, the private words.  I want to be close to the telling. I want to feel everyone whisper.
After the blossoming I hang. The encyclical that has come through the branches instructs us to root, to become the design encapsulated within.
Flesh helping stone turn tree.
I do not want to hold life at my extremities, see it prepare itself for my own perpetuation. I want to touch and be touched by things similar in this world.
I want to know a few secular days of perfection.  Late in this one great season the diffused morning light hides the horizon of sea.  Everything the color of slate, a soft tablet to press a philosophy to.
—Carl Adamshick, from Curses and Wishes (LSU Press, 2011).
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theantidote:

The Confession of an Apricot

I love incorrectly

There is a solemnity in hands,
the way a palm will curve in
accordance to a contour of skin,
the way it will release a story.

This should be the pilgrimage.
The touching of a source.
This is what sanctifies.

This pleading.  This mercy.
I want to be a pilgrim to everyone,
close to the inaccuracies, the astringent
dislikes, the wayward peace, the private
words.  I want to be close to the telling.
I want to feel everyone whisper.

After the blossoming I hang.
The encyclical that has come
through the branches
instructs us to root, to become
the design encapsulated within.

Flesh helping stone turn tree.

I do not want to hold life
at my extremities, see it prepare
itself for my own perpetuation.
I want to touch and be touched
by things similar in this world.

I want to know a few secular days
of perfection.  Late in this one great season
the diffused morning light
hides the horizon of sea.  Everything
the color of slate, a soft tablet
to press a philosophy to.

—Carl Adamshick, from Curses and Wishes (LSU Press, 2011).

(via apoetreflects:)

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