Easter weekend in Leuven
The moment you accept what troubles you've been given,On my way to work, strange creatures look at me in the forest. So strange I snap my pictures and cycle off quickly.
the door will open. (Rumi via fb)
I don’t have any answers, if by answers we mean political systems, better machines, means of engineering some grand shift in consciousness. All I have is a personal conviction built on those feelings, those responses, that goes back to the moors of northern England and the rivers of southern Borneo—that something big is being missed. That we are both hollow men and stuffed men, and that we will keep stuffing ourselves until the food runs out, and if outside the dining room door we have made a wasteland and called it necessity, then at least we will know we were not to blame, because we are never to blame, because we are the humans.
|all the way from Spain|
|the first local harvest|
|last year's onions|
|all the way from Italy|
|the hard green ones|
|delicious wild garlic|
|the first asparagus of the year|
There are only two days in the year that nothing can be done. One is called Yesterday and the other is called Tomorrow.
She ... made her tea as though it were an ordinary Monday and she could take her ease. She put less milk than usual into the scalding tea and made herself drink it, proving to herself that she could do anything now, face anything.