Catherine Howard
@considerthelily
Catherine Howard
At once slow deep green rolled over him. He took a breath, and another, smelling old rotting leaves and healthy growth and autumn light. He felt almost as though he could have planted his feet and become a tree himself, a strong oak reaching up to the sky, brother of the old oak who ruled the wood. Ah, he thought, and nothing else.
Emily Tesh • Silver in the Wood
to love so intimately to realize the change of the seasons
vibrant green out your window, bamboo shoots reaching their necks tall
to the trees to which we have loved and experienced its depth.
to love and be love, to hold it all under the pecan tree.
it feels like the first time
to experience love feels fullest, i feel such romance in friendship.
i think i live a romantic life; it is all.
in reality, i am realizing i value beauty, love, & romance. romance of all things! i gulp.
am i a romantic? is this queerness? is this love? is this the point?
love feels like god.
it consumes & inspires. o
... See morein what ways do i justify overconsumption of media through intellectualism? do i feel like reading more, listening more, learning more makes me a “good” or “better” person?
do you have to open yourself up to the fullness of pain to experience the fullness of pleasure? how much of what i’m doing is trying to recreate pleasure ive had in the past vs creating new pleasure?
a sense of belonging is something that one can attain only by making an active commitment to the community of one’s own accord, and not simply by being here.
Ichiro Kishimi, Fumitake Koga • The Courage to Be Disliked: The Japanese Phenomenon That Shows You How to Change Your Life and Achieve Real Happiness
The word ‘belonging’ holds together the two fundamental aspects of life: being and longing, the Longing of our being and the Being of our longing. Belonging is deep; only in a superficial sense does it refer to our external attachment to people, places and things.
John O'Donohue • Eternal Echoes: Exploring Our Hunger To Belong
what does it mean to belong? belong to a place? is my desire to stay rooted in the feeling of feeling known by others and a place? what does it mean that i like to run into people? is this rooted in ego? what part of you resists being known deeply?
attachment to ideas of who i am / things i want / growing up feels like releasing those attachments and at the same time a piece of me feels like that is giving up on a dream. how do we weigh these?