17 // shallow
“Selfishness and generosity are not relegated to particular life choices, and if generosity is a worthy life goal - and I believe it is - perhaps our task is to choose the path that for us creates its best opportunity.”
- Pam Houston, Selfish Shallow and Self-Absorbed
“Selfishness and generosity are not relegated to particular life choices, and if generosity is a worthy life goal - and I believe it is - perhaps our task is to choose the path that for us creates its best opportunity.”
- Pam Houston, Selfish Shallow and Self-Absorbed
May 7, 2025 at 6:34 PM
17 // shallow
“Selfishness and generosity are not relegated to particular life choices, and if generosity is a worthy life goal - and I believe it is - perhaps our task is to choose the path that for us creates its best opportunity.”
- Pam Houston, Selfish Shallow and Self-Absorbed
“Selfishness and generosity are not relegated to particular life choices, and if generosity is a worthy life goal - and I believe it is - perhaps our task is to choose the path that for us creates its best opportunity.”
- Pam Houston, Selfish Shallow and Self-Absorbed
16 // pattern
“When I looked up, I was myself again, or a puppet that looked like myself, jolted by strings manipulated by a dark hand. It was liberating to relinquish control.”
- Jenny Xie, Holding Pattern
“When I looked up, I was myself again, or a puppet that looked like myself, jolted by strings manipulated by a dark hand. It was liberating to relinquish control.”
- Jenny Xie, Holding Pattern
May 7, 2025 at 6:30 PM
16 // pattern
“When I looked up, I was myself again, or a puppet that looked like myself, jolted by strings manipulated by a dark hand. It was liberating to relinquish control.”
- Jenny Xie, Holding Pattern
“When I looked up, I was myself again, or a puppet that looked like myself, jolted by strings manipulated by a dark hand. It was liberating to relinquish control.”
- Jenny Xie, Holding Pattern
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15 // outlandish
“I can’t find vocabulary to resolve absence.”
-Honorée Fanonne Jeffers, Outlandish Blues
“I can’t find vocabulary to resolve absence.”
-Honorée Fanonne Jeffers, Outlandish Blues
April 23, 2025 at 8:58 PM
15 // outlandish
“I can’t find vocabulary to resolve absence.”
-Honorée Fanonne Jeffers, Outlandish Blues
“I can’t find vocabulary to resolve absence.”
-Honorée Fanonne Jeffers, Outlandish Blues
14 // silence
“There’s something deeply lonely about confessing your truth.”
-Michele Filgate, What My Mother and I Don’t Talk About: 15 Writers Break the Silence
“There’s something deeply lonely about confessing your truth.”
-Michele Filgate, What My Mother and I Don’t Talk About: 15 Writers Break the Silence
April 23, 2025 at 8:57 PM
14 // silence
“There’s something deeply lonely about confessing your truth.”
-Michele Filgate, What My Mother and I Don’t Talk About: 15 Writers Break the Silence
“There’s something deeply lonely about confessing your truth.”
-Michele Filgate, What My Mother and I Don’t Talk About: 15 Writers Break the Silence
13 // turn
“don’t you see / i am good & patient soil”
“Can you diagnose fear? The red tree blooming from from uterus / to throat.”
-Hala Alyan, The Moon That Turns You Back
“don’t you see / i am good & patient soil”
“Can you diagnose fear? The red tree blooming from from uterus / to throat.”
-Hala Alyan, The Moon That Turns You Back
April 23, 2025 at 8:54 PM
13 // turn
“don’t you see / i am good & patient soil”
“Can you diagnose fear? The red tree blooming from from uterus / to throat.”
-Hala Alyan, The Moon That Turns You Back
“don’t you see / i am good & patient soil”
“Can you diagnose fear? The red tree blooming from from uterus / to throat.”
-Hala Alyan, The Moon That Turns You Back
12 // choose
“We had to winnow life down so we knew where to put our tenderness and attention; and that was a good, sweet thing. But together or alone, we were still embedded in a kaleidoscope, ruthlessly varies and continuous, until the end of the end.”
-Miranda July, It Chooses You
“We had to winnow life down so we knew where to put our tenderness and attention; and that was a good, sweet thing. But together or alone, we were still embedded in a kaleidoscope, ruthlessly varies and continuous, until the end of the end.”
-Miranda July, It Chooses You
April 23, 2025 at 8:52 PM
12 // choose
“We had to winnow life down so we knew where to put our tenderness and attention; and that was a good, sweet thing. But together or alone, we were still embedded in a kaleidoscope, ruthlessly varies and continuous, until the end of the end.”
-Miranda July, It Chooses You
“We had to winnow life down so we knew where to put our tenderness and attention; and that was a good, sweet thing. But together or alone, we were still embedded in a kaleidoscope, ruthlessly varies and continuous, until the end of the end.”
-Miranda July, It Chooses You
11 // boundary
“There was a lag in my being, like I was either a step ahead or a step behind myself, but nowhere coincident. I wasn’t doubled, exactly - not twinned or two - but neither was I one. Caught between self and not-self, I was no one.”
-Ellen Wayland-Smith, The Science of Last Things
“There was a lag in my being, like I was either a step ahead or a step behind myself, but nowhere coincident. I wasn’t doubled, exactly - not twinned or two - but neither was I one. Caught between self and not-self, I was no one.”
-Ellen Wayland-Smith, The Science of Last Things
April 23, 2025 at 8:44 PM
11 // boundary
“There was a lag in my being, like I was either a step ahead or a step behind myself, but nowhere coincident. I wasn’t doubled, exactly - not twinned or two - but neither was I one. Caught between self and not-self, I was no one.”
-Ellen Wayland-Smith, The Science of Last Things
“There was a lag in my being, like I was either a step ahead or a step behind myself, but nowhere coincident. I wasn’t doubled, exactly - not twinned or two - but neither was I one. Caught between self and not-self, I was no one.”
-Ellen Wayland-Smith, The Science of Last Things
10 // notice
“Woman in a café looking at the heart drawn in her coffee: Shame to put a lid on.
Barista: It’s okay. We both know it’s there.
Woman: We do.”
- Miranda Keeling, The Year I Stopped to Notice
“Woman in a café looking at the heart drawn in her coffee: Shame to put a lid on.
Barista: It’s okay. We both know it’s there.
Woman: We do.”
- Miranda Keeling, The Year I Stopped to Notice
March 17, 2025 at 6:22 PM
10 // notice
“Woman in a café looking at the heart drawn in her coffee: Shame to put a lid on.
Barista: It’s okay. We both know it’s there.
Woman: We do.”
- Miranda Keeling, The Year I Stopped to Notice
“Woman in a café looking at the heart drawn in her coffee: Shame to put a lid on.
Barista: It’s okay. We both know it’s there.
Woman: We do.”
- Miranda Keeling, The Year I Stopped to Notice
March 14, 2025 at 3:04 PM
March 5, 2025 at 1:58 AM
Reposted by Meg Rittinger-Scott
Thank you to everyone in America protesting today 🫶 Stay safe. We are strong 💪
March 4, 2025 at 1:25 PM
Thank you to everyone in America protesting today 🫶 Stay safe. We are strong 💪
March 3, 2025 at 4:10 PM
March 1, 2025 at 10:30 PM
9 // require
“Sometimes
who knows how?
the body and the soul
come back together
again.”
-Alice Walker, Hard Times Require Furious Dancing
“Sometimes
who knows how?
the body and the soul
come back together
again.”
-Alice Walker, Hard Times Require Furious Dancing
February 28, 2025 at 9:20 PM
9 // require
“Sometimes
who knows how?
the body and the soul
come back together
again.”
-Alice Walker, Hard Times Require Furious Dancing
“Sometimes
who knows how?
the body and the soul
come back together
again.”
-Alice Walker, Hard Times Require Furious Dancing
8 // believe
“I’ve had strange moments throughout my life where it feels as though I am expanding indefinitely out into the universe, as though every double helix of my DNA were unfurling.”
-Abby Norman, Ask Me About My Uterus: A Quest to Make Doctors Believe in Women’s Pain
“I’ve had strange moments throughout my life where it feels as though I am expanding indefinitely out into the universe, as though every double helix of my DNA were unfurling.”
-Abby Norman, Ask Me About My Uterus: A Quest to Make Doctors Believe in Women’s Pain
February 22, 2025 at 7:39 PM
8 // believe
“I’ve had strange moments throughout my life where it feels as though I am expanding indefinitely out into the universe, as though every double helix of my DNA were unfurling.”
-Abby Norman, Ask Me About My Uterus: A Quest to Make Doctors Believe in Women’s Pain
“I’ve had strange moments throughout my life where it feels as though I am expanding indefinitely out into the universe, as though every double helix of my DNA were unfurling.”
-Abby Norman, Ask Me About My Uterus: A Quest to Make Doctors Believe in Women’s Pain
7 // conclude
“The ‘success’ parts of life look good to others, but the best parts are actually the simple daily experiences.”
-Lauren Graham, In Conclusion Don’t Worry About It
“Beloved, with Grilled Cheese, 1992.”
-Ilana Masad, All My Mother’s Lovers
“The ‘success’ parts of life look good to others, but the best parts are actually the simple daily experiences.”
-Lauren Graham, In Conclusion Don’t Worry About It
“Beloved, with Grilled Cheese, 1992.”
-Ilana Masad, All My Mother’s Lovers
February 11, 2025 at 8:48 PM
7 // conclude
“The ‘success’ parts of life look good to others, but the best parts are actually the simple daily experiences.”
-Lauren Graham, In Conclusion Don’t Worry About It
“Beloved, with Grilled Cheese, 1992.”
-Ilana Masad, All My Mother’s Lovers
“The ‘success’ parts of life look good to others, but the best parts are actually the simple daily experiences.”
-Lauren Graham, In Conclusion Don’t Worry About It
“Beloved, with Grilled Cheese, 1992.”
-Ilana Masad, All My Mother’s Lovers
Reposted by Meg Rittinger-Scott
The #FebruArty word today is #Sweet. This couple strolled through Falmouth; crooked backs, cocked hips, canes clicking; holding hands and swaying in a dance they’ve done forever. #watercolor #watercolour #artistherapy
February 11, 2025 at 11:56 AM
The #FebruArty word today is #Sweet. This couple strolled through Falmouth; crooked backs, cocked hips, canes clicking; holding hands and swaying in a dance they’ve done forever. #watercolor #watercolour #artistherapy
6 // reverberate
“The strings of your life are vibrating even now, down at the atomic level.”
-Keith Blanchard, Reverberation
“[…]your voice is the song of your disappearing, which is our most common song.”
-Ross Gay, Book of Delights
“The strings of your life are vibrating even now, down at the atomic level.”
-Keith Blanchard, Reverberation
“[…]your voice is the song of your disappearing, which is our most common song.”
-Ross Gay, Book of Delights
February 10, 2025 at 7:24 PM
6 // reverberate
“The strings of your life are vibrating even now, down at the atomic level.”
-Keith Blanchard, Reverberation
“[…]your voice is the song of your disappearing, which is our most common song.”
-Ross Gay, Book of Delights
“The strings of your life are vibrating even now, down at the atomic level.”
-Keith Blanchard, Reverberation
“[…]your voice is the song of your disappearing, which is our most common song.”
-Ross Gay, Book of Delights
5 // leap
pictured: taking the lyrics of Defying Gravity and really holding space with that
pictured: taking the lyrics of Defying Gravity and really holding space with that
January 31, 2025 at 5:54 PM
5 // leap
pictured: taking the lyrics of Defying Gravity and really holding space with that
pictured: taking the lyrics of Defying Gravity and really holding space with that
Reposted by Meg Rittinger-Scott
I’m just here to shout for a Free Palestine 🇵🇸
January 26, 2025 at 4:43 PM
I’m just here to shout for a Free Palestine 🇵🇸
4 // heal
“Now that I had stabilized the present, it was time for me to dive back into the past.”
-Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know
“Now that I had stabilized the present, it was time for me to dive back into the past.”
-Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know
January 24, 2025 at 7:22 PM
4 // heal
“Now that I had stabilized the present, it was time for me to dive back into the past.”
-Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know
“Now that I had stabilized the present, it was time for me to dive back into the past.”
-Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know
3 // delight
“Naturally, as these delights accumulate, as they stack up, I begin to recognize patterns, both in the ways the delights operate, unfold, amble or stumble or babble toward their knowledge (or confusion), and in the way I have come to relate to their making.”
-Ross Gay, Book of Delights
“Naturally, as these delights accumulate, as they stack up, I begin to recognize patterns, both in the ways the delights operate, unfold, amble or stumble or babble toward their knowledge (or confusion), and in the way I have come to relate to their making.”
-Ross Gay, Book of Delights
January 23, 2025 at 8:54 PM
3 // delight
“Naturally, as these delights accumulate, as they stack up, I begin to recognize patterns, both in the ways the delights operate, unfold, amble or stumble or babble toward their knowledge (or confusion), and in the way I have come to relate to their making.”
-Ross Gay, Book of Delights
“Naturally, as these delights accumulate, as they stack up, I begin to recognize patterns, both in the ways the delights operate, unfold, amble or stumble or babble toward their knowledge (or confusion), and in the way I have come to relate to their making.”
-Ross Gay, Book of Delights
I sat down to copy quotes from the previous read. Fully equipped with the journal, book, water, cozy blanket, and my two cats curled up on and around me. I forgot my pen.
In defeat, I pick up the current read and continue where I left off. I’ve now run out of sticky tabs.
What am I to do.
In defeat, I pick up the current read and continue where I left off. I’ve now run out of sticky tabs.
What am I to do.
January 23, 2025 at 4:44 PM
I sat down to copy quotes from the previous read. Fully equipped with the journal, book, water, cozy blanket, and my two cats curled up on and around me. I forgot my pen.
In defeat, I pick up the current read and continue where I left off. I’ve now run out of sticky tabs.
What am I to do.
In defeat, I pick up the current read and continue where I left off. I’ve now run out of sticky tabs.
What am I to do.
2 // Intend
“Control was change, change was control, and both were a void filled with images that led nowhere.”
-Andrés Barba, The Right Intention
“I go to the lake for a compass reading, to orient myself once again in the midst of change.”
-Terry Tempest Williams, Refuge
“Control was change, change was control, and both were a void filled with images that led nowhere.”
-Andrés Barba, The Right Intention
“I go to the lake for a compass reading, to orient myself once again in the midst of change.”
-Terry Tempest Williams, Refuge
January 23, 2025 at 3:09 PM
2 // Intend
“Control was change, change was control, and both were a void filled with images that led nowhere.”
-Andrés Barba, The Right Intention
“I go to the lake for a compass reading, to orient myself once again in the midst of change.”
-Terry Tempest Williams, Refuge
“Control was change, change was control, and both were a void filled with images that led nowhere.”
-Andrés Barba, The Right Intention
“I go to the lake for a compass reading, to orient myself once again in the midst of change.”
-Terry Tempest Williams, Refuge