nothing is wasted in nature or in love.
Brief thoughts on the philosophy I'm reading.
A long while ago now, I read an article about someone whose brother had died,
“There’s a phrase,” she says, “‘the situation is hopeless, but not serious’. That’s how I see life, and all these things that are just dreadful. If you don’t laugh at them, you would curl up in a heap and wail.”
from the anthology 'haphazard by starlight'
Palm branches, a crown of thorns, a wooden cross, and an empty tomb
Thoughts+musings on a Sunday afternoon.
Stream-of-consciousness from 2.55pm today.