to moving forward
with gratitude and intention
this week’s Thought (singular)
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doing some housekeeping and rearranging around here. the this week’s Song section that’s usually at the end is now media diet - a roundup of everything i’ve watched/read/listened to over the week. happy consumption :D
hi
this week has been everything. i loved what i was working on and i just felt so grateful for the people around me. after the last few months of Exploring and Browsing and, in general, not really having a concrete Thing to work on, it was such a beautiful feeling to put my energies towards something tangible. i had forgotten that part of myself, the huge part that loves to get fully involved in something she cares about doing. it felt like coming back.
gratitude has been a major theme lately. it’s a big feeling, the sort of thing that doesn’t always translate to effective words or actions because i stumble in the awkwardness of its weight and size. i’ve been simply sitting with it instead, and trying to be mindful of kindness.
this week was also the second (and last) week of a detox i’ve been doing, and i am very excited to eat curd and fruits again. and dosa. i have missed you so very much, dosa.
time has suddenly sped up quite a bit - i hadn’t realised that we’re about to reach the halfway mark of the year. it seems so soon, but i guess that’s what happens when you’ve been a bit occupied. i’m looking to the future, thinking about the things i’m eager to do. i’m trying to be more intentional with the time that i spend as well, trying to figure out a way to savour it so it doesn’t pass me by so quickly. it’s not quite about slowing down, but more about keeping up.
to moving forward with gratitude, and, always, intention.
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media diet
watching - how to get to heaven from belfast. i have so much to say but all i will say is - stunning gorgeous incredible hilarious endearing genius and so full of suspense. i particularly loved all the sound direction and the writing. lisa mcgee you’ve done it again.
also, new smosh bit city episode. always a delight.
reading - didn’t really get a lot of reading done this week, but i’ve been making slow progress on the house of kanooru.
listening - Dream Sweet in Sea Major by Miracle Musical
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english recitation competition
Song: Let Us Go Back, Vita Sackville-West
Let us go back together to the hills. Weary am I of palaces and courts, Weary of words disloyal to my thoughts,— Come, my belovèd, let us to the hills. Let us go back together to the land, And wander hand in hand upon the heights; Kings have we seen, and manifold delights,— Oh, my beloved, let us to the land! Lone and unshackled, let us to the road Which holds enchantment round each hidden bend, Our course uncompassed and our whim its end, Our feet once more, belovèd, to the road!
Beyond a Mountain, Witter Bynner
Somewhere beyond a mountain lies A lake the color of your eyes— And I am mirrored like a flight Of swallows in that evening-light. Lovers eternal, side by side, Closed in the elemental tide, Nurture the root of every land— So is my hand within your hand. Somewhere beyond an island ships Bear on their sails, as on your lips You bear and tend it from the sun, The blossom of oblivion. Eternal lovers, in whom death And reaching rains have mingled breath, Are drawn by the same draught apart— So is my heart upon your heart. Somewhere beyond a desert rolls An ocean that is both our souls— Where we shall come, whatever be, I unto you, you unto me.
Intentions to breathe [“fantasia”], Bruno Daria (tr. Kit Schuler)
I want to accompany you on the adventure of mastery. How I’d love our love, the antonym of art! So much for academies and talks; let breathing give us royalties ... Take off in a plane to Tokyo or wherever you say...! Beyond classrooms and apathies; beyond those walls that delimit passions, complicating and atrophying with sanctions as a train is prisoner of the rails. I want to shake the sky with you, but a plain murmur interferes. If I’ve wronged you life will make me pay in handkerchiefs! Life!: happen! Je suis l’espace où je suis. Something bit me in the river. It hurts, but I don’t mind. Where’d it bite me? In the river. No, I mean, what body part. The river.
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