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The Propaganda Games: An Analysis of Sunrise on the Reaping
youtube.comWhen I’m not rushing, I notice how my feet hit the ground. There’s a rhythm to walking that you can’t hear when you’re power-striding to the next obligation, the hurried clack of soles erased from the auditory memory as quickly as it is created. Moving slower, my steps feel more deliberate, tethered to something larger. The uneven pavement tells a ... See more
things i notice when i'm not rushing
the senses and mindfulness
Not that many people will care about what you write, at least for the first few years, so make the writing useful to you. Write in a way that lets you refine your thoughts about the things that matter. Write to experience what you care about in higher resolution, write to enhance your feeling of aliveness.
Henrik Karlsson • Advice for a Friend Who Wants to Start a Blog
taking the senses for granted but they are what makes us feel alive
This spiritual experience must be derived from a sensual engagement with the natural world, which acts as an interconnector between the earthly and the spiritual. Oliver depicts poetry as being vital and alive like nature, which also means that it is assigned a transformative ability, which is comparable to nature’s own physical change and growth a
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youtube.comFOR THE DAYS I STOP WANTING A BODY - Andrea Gibson
Imagine when a human dies the soul misses the body
Actually grieves the loss of its hands
And all they could hold
Misses the throat closing shy
Reading out loud on the first day of school
Imagine the soul misses the stubbed toe
The loose tooth
The funny bone
The soul still asks
“Why does the funny bone do th
To live in this world you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go.
In Blackwater Woods by Mary Oliver
holding on to emotions even if they are bad
in blackwater woods Mary Oliver