There is a note in the bucket I carry to the garden. Nestled between a trowel and a dirty hand rake, the note reads, ‘Meet me in the hayloft, 1PM.’ When I peek over the top of the ladder, he is naked and grinning!
There is a note in the bucket I carry to the garden. Nestled between a trowel and a dirty hand rake, the note reads, ‘Meet me in the hayloft, 1PM.’ When I peek over the top of the ladder, he is naked and grinning!
its all about the electromatic
I found our band van on the internet.
Carl Folke, the science director of the Stockholm Resilience Centre at Stockholm University, when asked, “Imagine—much as Feynman asked his audience—that in a mission to change everyone’s thinking about the world, you can take only one lesson from your field as a guide. In a single statement, what would it be?” [source: Seed]
This wasn’t the best or funniest (Robert Sapolsky wins this one) quote but I felt it was important, the planet will always survive and evolve. It’s not about the planet, it’s about you and yours too.
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This reassures me.
Elle écoute la java
Qu’elle fredonne tout bas
Elle revoit son accordéoniste
Et ses yeux amoureux
Suivent le jeu nerveux
Et les doigts secs et longs de l’artiste
Ça lui rentre dans la peau
Par le bas, par le haut
Elle a envie pleurer c’est physique
Tout son être est tendu
Son souffle est suspendu
C’est une vraie tordue de la musique
She listens to The Java;
She hums it softly.
She imagines her accordionist
and her loving eyes
Follow the vigorous playing
And the long lean fingers of the player
Get under her skin
inside and out
She wants to weep, it’s physical
All of her being is tense
Her breath suspended
The music has wrung her out