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Monica Chu
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One of the things I try to do: memorize the smallest, most mundane and ordinary, unprepossessing, and virtually invisible of physical moments: the look and feel of a certain wall at a certain time on a certain day. Those walls, those little shacks, those cats in the sun: all that is lacking in self-consciousness I seek to hold in vision, memory. (Simple composition, color tints, a wash of light, crumbled brick, cold shadow, stillness, rose-color dirt, a twitching whisker.) Not knowing why, but thinking I may want it later, I try to keep it and I never can.

∆ Michelle Anderson-Binczak, section Chiaroscuro, in The Blue-Green Seas of Forever, FragLit (Fall 2007, no. 1)

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nourish your already existing connections.
make your love known to them, intentionally.
basis of community is love.
love is attention.
pay attention.

what you’re seeking is already there
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do you want to go for a walk?

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Here’s the deal. The human soul doesn’t want to be advised or fixed or saved. It simply wants to be witnessed — to be seen, heard and companioned exactly as it is. When we make that kind of deep bow to the soul of a suffering person, our respect reinforces the soul’s healing resources, the only resources that can help the sufferer make it through.

⚘ Parker Palmer, Presence and the perils of advice

The Gift of Presence, The Perils of Advice
The Gift of Presence, The Perils of Adv…

When an animal, a rabbit, say, beds down in a protecting fencerow, the weight and warmth of his curled body leaves a mirroring mark upon the ground. This soft bowl in the grasses, this body-formed evidence of hare, has a name, an obsolete but beautiful word: meuse. (Enticingly close to Muse, daughter of Memory, and source of inspiration.) Each of us leaves evidence on the earth that in various ways bears our form.

| Sally Mann, Hold Still: A Memoir with Photographs

sheila hicks: weaving as metaphor
sheila hicks: weaving as metaphor
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