Tag Archives: comfort

Jan3

nondescript.

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my favorite shirt

lived in

worn to softness

 tissue paper thin

color gone

shapeless and frayed 

always feels like home.

 

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“there is a special blessing in old clothes;

that aside from their comfort,

for which especially they are to be cherished.

they confer a certain  kind of anonymity on one who wears them gladly;

all their bright places rubbed in a uniform dullness,

they achieve an appearance so nearly nondescript

that only a close scrutiny could learn that ever they held shape at all.’

-maude meagher

Dec30

cast aside.

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(not our real hands, but good for perspective)

mine is the tinkerbelle hand with a minor ‘injury’ and his, the paul bunyan hand with a major trauma.

 waiting in the store checkout line

browsing through my phone

  the man in front of me

laughing and chatting with the cashier

saying it was a challenge to sign the receipt

because of his hand

hearing this

turned to face him

  beginning to take in the situation

(major cast on his arm and hand)

while i quickly blurted out:

“it’s the worst, isn’t it?!”

 whining about having an injury too

he asked me what happened

explaining the battle with my car door

 he had a young daughter with him

 was so kind and gentle with her

laughing and chatting

just as he had done with the cashier

when i asked him what happened

wondering why he had such a big cast

he told me his story

it involved him trying to stop someone

from stealing his fiancee’s car

and

a dog attack

instant perspective shift

 before i could say anything

he turned to go

saying,

“i’m sorry that happened to you and i hope you heal really soon.”

all i could say was, “you too..”

  how fortunate the people in his life are

even the strangers he encounters in his day

 lucky to cross paths with him

this gentle giant

walks softly

teaching huge lessons.

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“look at you comforting others with the words you want to hear.”

-author unknown

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nov26

downtown.

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downtown detroit

on a very chilly and beautiful november evening

sparkling christmas tree

ice

music

family from near and far

laughter

winter market

lots and lots of food

warm drinks

lights

comfort.

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“downtown. lights on buildings and everything that makes you wonder.

and in that moment, i swear we were infinite.”

stephen chbosky

Mar7

a rude awakening.

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what a wonderful way to relax

ending a long day with a beautiful book

all about finding your comfort

settling in at last

not a care in the world

tucked into my warm cocoon

until

the book’s spell

works a little too well on me

and i am very suddenly and very rudely awakened

right out of my comfort zone

after falling asleep and dropping the book on my face

hard.

it should come with a warning.

 

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“littera scripta manet – ‘the written word will remain’. that’s true, but it won’t be that much comfort to me.’

-christopher hitchens

Sep2

o sleep.

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not a painting of me, but i’m kind of jealous of the princess’s bed.

(except for the annoying vegetable keeping her awake )

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  restful gentle dreams 

soft, fluffy, feathery, warm

in my sleeping nest.

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*La Principessa sul pisello/The Princess on the Pea

art credit:  Gennadin Spirin

story credit: Hans Christian Anderson

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‘o sleep, o gentle sleep,’ i thought gratefully, ‘nature’s soft nurse!’

-elizabeth kenny

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*”The Princess and the Pea” (Danish: “Prinsessen paa Ærten”; direct translation: “The Princess on the Pea”) is a literary fairy tale by Hans Christian Anderson about a young woman whose royal ancestry is established by a test of her sensitivity. The tale was first published in May of 1835.

Andersen had heard the story as a child, and it likely has its source in folk material, possibly originating from Sweden, as it is unknown in the Danish oral tradition. Neither “The Princess and the Pea” nor Andersen’s other tales of 1835 were well received by Danish critics, who disliked their casual, chatty style and their lack of morals.

Oct27

what doesn’t itch.

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the time is near

soon the colder temps

will come and stay awhile

 never having been seen as a fashion icon

it will soon be time to take off the sandals

and wrap myself in comfort

whatever that may look like. 

 

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“i base most of my fashion taste on what doesn’t itch.”

-gilda radner

 

 

 

 

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image credit: ny daily news

May30

s’endormir.

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(not me, but if i was a bearded male,

with a cup of espresso, a croissant, and a typewriter instead of a laptop,

this could have been me,

so – very similar to my situation with a few tweaks. )

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late last night (probably around 9 or so)

soon to fall asleep

at the comforting lake house of my friends

about to write and post my blog for the morning

a couple of friends

saw that i was still slightly awake

so why not sit down

 have great chat for a couple of hours

 when i finally closed my eyes while talking

we decided to call it a night

so just a few more minutes typing away

to tuck tomorrow’s post in for the night

and when i woke up it was morning and my fingers had fallen off of my laptop and my laptop had fallen on the floor and a fellow blogger reached out to ask if i was okay as there was no post so i quickly set up the post i had meant to finish the night before and balance was restored.

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“if you want to talk about someone falling asleep,

whether in their bed, in a car, at a desk, while reading a blog post about french grammar,

you would use s’endormir.”

-frenchtogether.com

Nov13

on world kindness day.

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little one comforting the littler ones.

 

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“if you have an impulse to kindness, act on it.”

-douglas coupland

Sep19

comfort always.

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day two of our return to school

 we all find comfort in our own way

a donkey, a pillow, a bus, a dragon

  each makes all the difference to someone. 

 

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“cure sometimes, treat often, comfort always.”

-hippocrates

Aug2

warmth.

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when in london many years ago

i happened upon these two in a park

struck by the natural warmth between them

i took this picture without their knowing

hoping i could somehow capture

the closeness 

the easy comfort

between them

in that moment in time

 it was simply impossible to do so

but every time i look at this

it makes me feel that warmth again

just for a moment.  

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“there is a certain phase in the life of the aged

when the warmth of the heart seems to increase in direct proportion with the years.”

-john phillips marquand