If you ever find yourself empty
If you ever find yourself empty from something you cannot know or name, find a stretch of ocean, a field, or mountainside, or even clouds, or trees. Because there are thousand simple ways to fill your tired soul so you can remember how to be, how to see, and most importantly, how to breathe.
- Victoria Erickson
Dearest Fear,
Dearest Fear,
Creativity and I are about to go on a road trip together. I understand you’ll be joining us, because you always do. I acknowledge that you believe you have an important job to do in my life, and that you take your job seriously. Apparently your job is to induce complete panic whenever I am about to do anything interesting and, may I say, you are superb at your job. So by all means, keep doing your job, if you feel you must. But I will also be doing my job on this road trip, which is to work hard and stay focused. And Creativity will be doing its job, which is to remain stimulating and inspiring.
There is plenty of room in this vehicle for all of us, so make yourself at home, but understand this, Creativity and I are the only ones who will be making any decisions along the way.
I recognize and respect that you are part of this family, and so I will never exclude you from our activities, but still your suggestions will never be followed. You are allowed to have a seat, and you are allowed to have a voice, but you are not allowed to have a vote. You are not allowed to touch the road maps, you are not allowed to suggest detours, you are not allowed to fiddle with the temperature.
But above all else, my dear old familiar friend, you are absolutely forbidden to drive.
- Elizabeth Gilbert
She is beautiful, but with a beauty
She is beautiful, but with a beauty different from the kind our eyes are used to. Her skin, which has no seashell pink in it, is the color of wheat richly kissed by the sun. Her eyes have a warm sweetness, her cheeks are finely drawn. Her accent is sweet, with a touch of sad resignation, as though she always held a thick teardrop in the depth of her throat.
- Gabriela Mistral
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