I used to dislike being sensitive.

I thought it made me weak.

But take away that single trait, and you take away the very essence of who I am.

You take away my conscience, my ability to empathize, my intuition, my creativity, my deep appreciation of the little things, my vivid inner life, my keen awareness of others pain and my passion for it all.

- Caitlin Japa -

 

 

Alleen domme mensen

 

 hebben op iedere vraag

 

 een antwoord.

 

 

The biggest loss in the end

 

 is if we come out

 

 on the other side of this 

 

unchanged. 

 

- Jerry Lorenzo - 

Je mag je oordeel 

 

over je emoties loslaten.

Boos worden op een plantje 

helpt het plantje niet 

om harder te groeien.

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But if these years have taught me anything 

 

it is this: you can never run away. 

 

Not ever. 

 

The only way out is in.

- Junot Diaz -

You don't have to be equal, 

 

you don't have to be better,

 

 you don't have to be worse.

 

 You can just be at peace.

 

- Gil Fronsdal -

B L O O M 

 

WHAT YOU NEED TO BE WARM

A baked potato of a winter’s night to wrap your hands around or burn your mouth.
A blanket knitted by your mother’s cunning fingers. Or your grandmother’s.
A smile, a touch, trust, as you walk in from the snow
or return to it, the tips of your ears pricked pink and frozen.
The tink tink tink of iron radiators waking in an old house.
To surface from dreams in a bed, burrowed beneath blankets and comforters,
the change of state from cold to warm is all that matters, and you think
just one more minute snuggled here before you face the chill. Just one.
Places we slept as children: they warm us in the memory.
We travel to an inside from the outside. To the orange flames of the fireplace
or the wood burning in the stove. Breath-ice on the inside of windows,
to be scratched off with a fingernail, melted with a whole hand.
Frost on the ground that stays in the shadows, waiting for us.
Wear a scarf. Wear a coat. Wear a sweater. Wear socks. Wear thick gloves.
An infant as she sleeps between us. A tumble of dogs,
a kindle of cats and kittens. Come inside. You’re safe now.
A kettle boiling at the stove. Your family or friends are there. They smile.
Cocoa or chocolate, tea or coffee, soup or toddy, what you know you need.
A heat exchange, they give it to you, you take the mug
and start to thaw. While outside, for some of us, the journey began
as we walked away from our grandparents’ houses
away from the places we knew as children: changes of state and state and state,
to stumble across a stony desert, or to brave the deep waters,
while food and friends, home, a bed, even a blanket become just memories.
Sometimes it only takes a stranger, in a dark place,
to hold out a badly-knitted scarf, to offer a kind word, to say
we have the right to be here, to make us warm in the coldest season.
You have the right to be here.

listen here : Neil Gaiman

Don't plant your bad days. 

 

They grow into weeks. 

 

The weeks grow into months. 

 

Before you know it you got yourself a bad year. 

 

Take it from me.

 

 Choke those little bad days.

 

 Choke 'em down to nothin'. 

 

They're your days. 

 

Choke 'em!

 

-  Tom Waits -

 

NITCH 

 

 

Maurizio Marchini Serenades City of Florence from his Balcony during the...

...................................................................................................

During Italy’s quarantine,
 tenor and opera singer Maurizio Marchini
wanted to give people hope and joy.

So went to his balcony and serenaded
the entire town of Florence.

If you understood

 everything I say, 

you'd be me.

-  Miles Davis -

NITCH

 

Leave it as it is 

 

and rest your weary

 

 heart and mind.

 

- Lama Surya Das-