You can close your eyes…

…. to the things you don’t want to see, but you can’t close your heart to the things you don’t want to feel.

Source: Johnny Depp
Image: found at wallpaperfly

Inky: I love the artwork, it’s beautiful!

Well we are heading into the month of love tomorrow, has everyone got an idea of what they are buying their valentine?  No?  Then you better get to thinking about it, because…

If you want it all, lay it on the line
It’s the only life you got, so you gotta live it big time (Big Time Rush)

You gain…

….strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, ‘I have lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.’ You must do the thing you think you cannot do.

Source: Eleanor Roosevelt
Image: found at free spiritual quotes

Inky: “Life is like this”; is what she said when she announced that she had cancer.  She smiled patted my hand and said, “we’ll take this on get through it and it’ll all be okay.”

You know the thing that stuck with me in that moment?  The thing that left the hardest impression?  It wasn’t the ‘C’ word.  Nope.  It was that she patted my hand and smiled.  It was then that I realized a hero happens were you aren’t looking…

at it’s most peaceful…

Image: Amazing Pictures

Inky: The ‘Sleeping Goddess’ in Heligan, England

This morning…

…I woke from dreaming of home.  The soft crash of waves, distant boat horns, and the touch of a salt filled breeze.  Then, I opened the curtains to a whirl of white, and black shadowed mountains looming over this tiny cabin.

Time to make an executive decision!

Back to my bed, and my dreams….

Still, what I want in my life

is to be willing
to be dazzled—
to cast aside the weight of facts

and maybe even
to float a little
above this difficult world.

Source: Mary Oliver
Image: eronzki999 at Deviant Art

The bridge…

……will only take you halfway there, to those mysterious lands you long to see.

Through gypsy camps and swirling Arab fair, and moonlit woods where unicorns run free.

So come and walk awhile with me, share the twisting trails and wondrous worlds I’ve known.

But this bridge will only take you halfway there.   The last few steps you have to take alone.

Source:  Shel Silverstein
Image: Punta Pite  found at Atlas Obscura

Inky:  Punta Pita is a 27-acre residential area that hugs the coastline of Santiago, Chile.  Stairways appear and disappear on a trail walkway designed to surrender to the geography around it.  Beautiful and completely man made.

listen:

there’s a hell of a good universe next door;
let’s go..

Source: ee cummings
Image: George Grie

Inky: “if only it were as simple as that”, my mind natters it’s business suit perfectly pressed, the pumps low, and shiny as it turns to the other occupant of the room.   “It is,” heart falls in a relaxed crumple upon the couch, “you only have to get in something more comfy, and let me take you there….”

in between….

There are things known
and there are things unknown
and in between are the doors.

Source: Jim Morrison

Image: found at homemydesign.com

Inky: So the question is do we open a few doors this weekend? I have the Glenlivet, and the Muse Cat, someone bring the sandwiches….

The wolf said,

“You know, my dear, it isn’t safe for a little girl to walk through these woods alone.”

Red Riding Hood said, “I find your sexist remark offensive in the extreme, but I will ignore it because of your traditional status as an outcast from society, the stress of which has caused you to develop your own, entirely valid, worldview. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must be on my way.

Source: Politically Correct Bedtime Stories,  James Garner

Image: Found @ Coloring Pages Online

Inky: I needed a little dark humor this morning with my coffee…

I sit….

…..beside the fire and think
Of all that I have seen
Of meadow flowers and butterflies
In summers that have been

Of yellow leaves and gossamer
In autumns that there were
With morning mist and silver sun
And wind upon my hair

I sit beside the fire and think
Of how the world will be
When winter comes without a spring
That I shall ever see

For still there are so many things
That I have never seen
In every wood in every spring
There is a different green

I sit beside the fire and think
Of people long ago
And people that will see a world
That I shall never know

But all the while I sit and think
Of times there were before
I listen for returning feet
And voices at the door

Source: J.R.R. Tolkien

Image: Kai Fagerstrom