“the cyclone ends. the sun returns; the lofty coconut trees lift up their plumes again;
man does likewise. the great anguish is over; joy has returned; the sea smiles like a child.”
-paul gauguin
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image credit: pinterest, florida beach
a family penguin is down, but not out.
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“you take a crash, you get back up and next time you succeed and that’s a great feeling.”
*-shaun white
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*Shaun Roger White (born September 3, 1986) is an American professional snowboarder, skateboarder and musician. He is a three-time Olympic gold medalist. He holds the record for the most X-Games gold medals and most Olympic gold medals by a snowboarder, and has won 10 ESPY Awards.
my doormat without a sunday paper on it.
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my very kind paper man
told me to just text him if i was ever missing a paper
he would drive over to deliver it
i love the sunday paper and especially the crossword
love throwing open my door on a sunday morning
the paper patiently waiting for me on my door mat
love opening it
with a fresh cup of steaming coffee
and diving in
but alas
the day came
when it wasn’t there
i sent a gentle text to my paper man
saying there was no sunday paper waiting for me today
he very quickly responded to say –
that is because today is saturday.
ah, i thought.
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en.wikipedia.org › wiki › Sunday
Sunday is the day of the week between Saturday and Monday.
Sunday is a day of rest in most Western countries, and a part of the weekend.
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“time flows in strange ways on sundays.”
haruki murakami
my wall plug looks quite content
and has a story to tell.
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“it seemed to me at an early age that all human communication-
whether it’s tv, movies, books –
begins with somebody wanting to tell a story.
that need to tell, to plug into a universal socket,
is probably one of our grandest desires. and the need to hear stories,
to live lives other than our own for even the briefest moment,
is the key to the magic that was born in our bones.”
-robert r. mccammon
these cats
olive and rose
really have it made
a modern kitty headquarters
custom-designed and gifted from grandies
a special stash of catnip
gifted from those who cared for rose
no jobs, appointments, chores, errands, meetings, or responsibilities at all
a gift from mother nature.
“listen, don’t forget this.
don’t let this slip your mind.
most of us, if we’re lucky,
we see a few seconds of the high life.
and the rest are the residue years.”