Reblog Daily For Health And Prosperity

Death of Sappho, Miquel Carbonell Selva, 1881

Cher by Douglas Kirkland, 1975

stop freaking out about getting old and start planning out what kind of old person you're gonna be

A letter to your heart

I have spent countless hours over the years ruminating on my actions. There is no way to express the depth of my regret and sorrow for the pain I caused you. I was willfully blind to the ways my anger and inner turmoil spilled over, my words cutting into you like daggers. You of all people did not deserve to bear the brunt of my unresolved shit. Your love was the light of my life, a light I dimmed with my own darkness. I see how my actions shattered you, making it difficult for you to open your heart again. Being afraid to love, burdened by scars I left on your heart, is a weight I should have to carry. Not you. You, who's love is a precious treasure. I hope you know how incredible you are, someone deserving of a love that is gentle, kind, and unwavering. I hope you can find a way to open your heart to someone who worships the ground you walk on. Who shows you the love and reverence you well deserve. While I am profoundly sorry for everything, I will never ask for forgiveness or another chance, I simply want to acknowledge that you deserve so much better than what I gave you. And I want to thank you for allowing me back into your life. It's more than I could've dreamed of.

Eternally yours

*

pierrot le fou dir. godard

Maurice Sapiro (American,b.1932)

Cloud At Dusk, 2011

oil on canvas

Risk

6/12/24

In the quiet depths of hesitation,

Lies the echo of spoken desire.

To leap into the unknown expanse,

Is to dance with the shadows of fear.

Risk, a silent companion,

Whispers of both joy and pain.

In the void of certainty's absence,

We’ll find the truth of our fate.

A journey embarked, uncharted,

Navigating the maze of possibility.

For in the gamble of the unknown,

Lies the canvas of our truest selves.

In this venture, you will never be alone

Hand in Hand, we’ll brave the void.

For in the leap, we find surety

With a shared breath of “if you jump, I jump.”

I think she waited just for us

6/25/24 10:30am

Mid-morning stretches, the world waking,

but the moon waits, patient,

a silver sentinel in the sky.

You tell me you see her too.

Miles dissolve in that moment,

as we sit apart yet together,

eyes lifted, hearts bound

by the moon’s gentle persistence.

She is beautiful, you say,

and in that beauty, we find a connection.

No words needed, just the understanding

that for now, the moon is ours.

by kath__alina

Eighth Heaven the Sphere of the Fixed Stars from Dante’s Divine Comedy, 1564