Latest Posts by dolcegyi - Page 2
- Sometimes it feels like someone else is wearing my body.
My dad has a massive vegetable garden and it is his life. Whenever I ask how things are going, he tells me about the garden. Periodically he will text me a picture of the things he's harvested and ask when I'm coming to pick them up. And for a while, the biggest bit of garden gossip has been his nemesis, the gopher. This gopher was consistently ruining his day by pilfering the best of everything just before my dad could harvest it. Anytime I talked to him, all he had to tell me about was "that damned gopher." He dreamt about killing the gopher, his truest enemy. He tried to train the dog to hunt the gopher, but the dog is a pacifist. He led some of the barn cats to the holes, but the barn cats have unionized and refused his offered rate. He then laid no-kill traps (can't risk having poison near the crops) with eventual gophercide in mind, but then suddenly he was faced with a cute and terrified animal and didn't have the heart. He released it. "He was so scared, he'll never come back." The gopher was back the next day, with a vengeance. That was some weeks ago. Today, my dad sent me pictures of his garden, and I saw a squash gently laid by the gopher's hole, like a package left on the doorstep. I said "Dad, what's that squash doing there by the gopher hole?" He said "Oh, he likes squash best." In an effort to appease the gopher, my father now gives him a little squash everyday, like leaving an offering for a garden spirit. This apparently works well as a compromise; the gopher has stopped stealing, content to have his meals delivered to his door.
when we die i hope we become a part of the sky.
so everytime it rains, we are everywhere, we couldn't be when we were alive.
Identity is a prison! Let yourself respond authentically to each moment as it arrives, without being bound to the narrative of who you think you are! The self is a construct! The truth of your existence is ever changing and infinite as the universe is ever changing and infinite! Abandon the stories of your past selves and be present and alive in this very moment! IDENTITY IS DEAD! THE SELF IS DEAD! YOU ARE ALIVE!
Planta tu propio jardín y decora tu propia alma, en lugar de esperar que alguien te traiga flores.
- Jorge Luis Borges
Yves Olade, from Bloodsport; “When rome falls”
Mary Oliver
— Sunrise, by Louise Glück
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"See what you are. Don’t ask others, don’t let others tell you about yourself. Look within and see."
Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj
“Tienes unos ojos, que ni con mascara de pestañas podrían verse tan bonitos… Unos cachetes que no requieren de dieta porque la genética así los quiso… Tu sonrisa no requiere de cirugía, ni tus dientes de blanqueado… Y tu cintura es perfecta sin las cifras que te importan… Tu cabello que no desea ser recogido o procesado y le gusta ir al viento, sin sentirse domado… Lo bonito son tus manos que dibujan o escriben… Tus hoyuelos que se asoman si sonríes… Son tus pies porque te acercan a las personas que amas… Es tu oído, es tu vista, es tu tacto, que te acercan al mundo… Eres tú, es tu esencia, son tus miedos, imperfecciones y cicatrices… Lo que te identifica, lo que te marca… Y, creas o no, alguien te ama porque sabe que ese montón de errores no los tiene alguien más…”
— Clara Ajc
we are all just sitting in our own little bedrooms all across the world with our headphones in listening to our little songs aren’t we
“I don’t know how to write love letters. But I wanted to tell you that my whole being opened for you. Since I fell in love with you everything is transformed and is full of beauty…. love is like an aroma, like a current, like rain. You know, my sky, you rain on me and I, like the earth, receive you.” - Frida Kahlo, October 1946
I want to write. I have ideas. I open document. I type four of the worst sentences ever created in the english language. I daydream the rest of the scene. I close document.
stuck in the constant limbo between “really excited about my own writing” and “pretty sure I can’t actually write”