Alone time, time alone. Wrap it in a package and give it to me... any time
This is one of those things I love. I want to be a part of these ideas and use creativity to evoke change. Love this!
"The 'green pedestrian crossing' is an installation performance by jody xiong of the chinese creative agency ddb. In an attempt to gain the attention of the inhabitants of country, the china environmental protection foundation sought out a marketing campaign that could be wide spread to promote walking instead of driving. an outdoor
advertisement was leveraged on a busy pedestrian crossing; a place where both pedestrians and drivers meet."
(taken from here)
The polar prize tomorrow.
Hands up for mister Simon, writer of tunes that sends shivers over 40 years later.
Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/p/paul+simon/sounds+of+silence_20559740.html ]
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
"Fools", said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls"
And whispered in the sounds of silence
“The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift.”
Many of my internal disputes is the questioning of my intuition.Not anymore.
We are becoming too occupied to see the beauty and amusement in ordinary things. Rest your head- you have no idea of what adventures your free mind can bring.
“We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.”
— Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast (via 4mbivalent)
Reading or doing nothing is not a waste of time. It is necessary for allowing the brain to live a bit too
One should not be ashamed to deliberately splash in puddles. It's nice to break the traditions and customs
I need to find a favorite dress. Suitable all year round. Bare-legged or not. With boots or sandals. Under a cardigan or for a party. Just one perfect dress.
Reminders that life is not lost
Travel to capture the last rays of the sun - butter for the soul and long sought after gift to my sister
Baking - handwork, brain work, yummy for my tummy and without additives. Best when offered to a loved one, best when baked from natures own (like mum and dad's apples)
Late night adventures in late summer days- crayfish party in Dalarna amongst loved ones
Undemanding moments, the art of doing nothing - curl up wherever you see fit
Enjoy the last days being able to grab coffee outside before cold winds pull in and sweeps away the summer...for this time!
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