The hyacinths, that is.
My flat smells of spring.
Outside, these snow and sleet soaked buildings remember the sun. I felt it warm my back all afternoon.
Journal being filled with poems and scraps of thoughts while I live, eat, make my way from a to b.
The heart is longing for so many things at the moment. Retreat day is this week! I'm looking forward to seeing what comes of it.
"There came a time when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful
than the risk it took to blossom."
- Anais Nin
than the risk it took to blossom."
- Anais Nin
i love your journal. it is so beautiful and inspiring :)
ReplyDeleteLove the photo's. Thought of this poem..
ReplyDeleteHyacinth ~ Edna St. Vincent Millay
I am in love with him
To whom a hyacinth is dearer
Than I shall ever be dear.
On nights when the field-mice
Are abroad, he cannot sleep.
He hears their narrow teeth
At the bulbs of his hyacinths.
But the gnawing at my heart . . .
He does not hear.
M, that's gorgeous!
ReplyDeleteGreat hyacinths.
ReplyDeleteHave an awesome retreat. I look forward to hearing what comes of it. :)
XO
I've had to move my retreat day to Monday or Tuesday! Bloody work! :P
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