Ask me if I speak for the snail and I will tell you I speak for the snail. speak of underneathedness and the welcome of mosses, of life that springs up, little lives that pull back and wait for a moment.
I speak for the damselfly, water skeet, mollusk, the caterpillar, the beetle, the spider, the ant. I speak from the time before spinelessness was frowned upon.
Ask me if I speak for the moon jelly. I will tell you one thing today and another tomorrow and I will be as consistent as anything alive on this earth.
I move as the currents move, with the breezes. What part of your nature drives you? You, in your cubicle ought to understand me. I filter and filter and filter all day.
Ask me if I speak for the nautilus and I will be silent as the nautilus shell on a shelf. I can be beautiful and useless if that’s all you know to ask of me.
Ask me what I know of longing and I will speak of distances between meadows of night-blooming flowers. I will speak the impossible hope of the firefly.
You with the candle burning and only one chair at your table must understand such wordless desire.
To say it is mindless is missing the point.
Filter, filter, and filter all day, anything or anyone that holds you back, just keep moving like a snail. Wordless desires that’s the way of life. Such a beautiful poem. 🙂
When someone speaks, don’t just wait for your turn to talk. Truly listen – respect them, absorb their story, and you might just learn something meaningful.
Leave no room for negative self-talk. Be your own greatest cheerleader, because if you don’t stand up for yourself, no one else will.
These words aren’t new to us—we’ve seen this advice before. But how often do we truly absorb it, let alone act on it? The way we speak to ourselves in our minds shapes our reality. What we believe is what we become.
Have a lovely day, fellow readers! I’d love to hear from you—how do you talk to yourself? Share your thoughts in the comments below! 🙂
Quote of the day: “All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique. All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last, to tell the whole story, to vomit the anguish up.” – James A. Baldwin
What a beautiful quote and a beautiful confession!
So true isn’t it? Art is a representation of us, a form of personal expression, revealing our emotions and something deeply personal. Our vulnerable core personality that we put out and share with the world through art. There are different forms of art that reveal the truth directly, while some do so in a more subtle way. No matter the judgement or criticism, artists will not keep their creativity bottled up, we always find ways to express ourselves through art. Artists will never stop creating. 🩵
This quote, by the American writer James Baldwin, emphasizes that art is not just a product of skill or creativity, but also an essential outlet for the artist’s deepest emotions and experiences.
Let me know your thoughts in the comments related to this quote, what do you think fellow artists?
Pursuing hobbies and passions for their own sake can be deeply fulfilling. Not everything needs to be turned into a business or monetized. Enjoying and continuing with something you love be it knitting, dancing, writing, sketching, or gaming, can bring joy, relaxation, and personal satisfaction, regardless of its commercial success.
Sending pink flowers and pink love your way. Happy day! 🌸🩷
In a Korean show, there was a line that truly resonated with me:
“Look at objects and emotions, carefully, and with love.”
So simple, yet so beautiful! If we shift our perspective towards problems, then we can treat them tenderly. This way we can figure out what is it that the situation is teaching us and how it can help us grow into better people.
It’s all about how we embrace the challenges of life—with a smile or a frown.
Practicing yoga daily has brought a positive change in my life, both physically and emotionally. I recall a time when making time for self-care amidst a demanding work schedule seemed like an unattainable feat. However, prioritizing myself has brought a happy balance into my life.
Do summer friends melt away like summer snows, but winter friends last forever, as an old saying goes?
Farewell fair weather friends! Meanwhile I’m all bundled up in my furry throw, engrossed in a book called Winterlust: Finding Beauty in the Fiercest Season by Bernd Brunner from which I borrowed this quote.
Winter is here, I’m telling myself not get cold feet by worrying too much about cold feet, and instead embrace the beauty of winter.
Nuraine Sadaf 