“The mystery of life isn’t a problem to solve, but a reality to experience.”
-Frank Herbert, Dune
|—||Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)|
Alhambra, Patio de los Arrayanes (also known as Court of the Myrtles)
John Singer Sargent - 1879
|—||Joan Didion, from We Tell Ourselves Stories in Order to Live: Collected Nonfiction (Everyman’s Library, 2006)|
We actually have pictures that great of Mars, a planet about 225 million kilometers (140 million miles) away from us.
Image copyright: NASA
Nostalgia, you know, comes from the Greek
‘Nostos’ and ‘algos’, for homecoming and pain
There is no place on earth that I love as much as this one.
Even the sound of the wind through the leaves is familiar,
The hush of maple, the whisper of locust and wild cherry, the clatter of alder.
Today the first cool breeze of Autumn
carries with it the scent of wild grapes
And my mother making jelly in the kitchen,
And I am a child again
The woods full of mystery and promise
The old barn a playground
Dusty smell of hay and the scent of motor oil
Like my father’s hands on the weekend
A thousand years ago, a thousand lives ago
And yet right before my eyes
Springing forth with such immediacy
That there is no separation, no me
No then, nor now, only forever.
Only nostalgia, and fondness, and time.
|—||T.B. LaBerge // Unwritten Letters to You (via tblaberge)|