“You missed your window,”
whispered my dreams.
“I will open another,”
I whispered back.
I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited. – Sylvia Plath
Full Blog Series: The Joyful Path
Understanding ourselves and the world we live in.
STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS - THE STRANGE AND PHILOSOPHICAL. ABSTRACT DIGITAL ART RENDERINGS - Ash Lucid!
We're all on a road to somewhere.
Tales from the mouth of a wolf
Warden of Words // Shaper of Stories
We are at war. Life is a battle. Every day we fight for joy, peace… love. This is correspondence from the front line.
Life under the thinking tree
images | illness | distinction.
Books, Beauty, Learning Japanese
Life and my insights
Deux Américains à Toulouse
Scribblings and scrawls of a hopeless romantic soul
Expeditions - explorations - adventures
Making the world a richer place, one story at a time
What if you spent every day looking for One Beautiful Thing?
Underfoot Poetry - a poetry blog
Poems by Celia Hales in the Style of William Shakespeare & John Donne
"The silence of the night awakens my soul"
A Library of Literary Interestingness
South meets East: Poetry and Musings - words of the seasons
Scribbles on Cocktail Napkins