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etherealhome
Finding Magic In Daily Life
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It’s the littlest things I find to capture my attention and linger in my memory the longest. The sun shining across the room.The flowers growing through the pavement.Acorns scattered all about.The leaves perfectly pressed onto the wet path.It is these things I wish to honor. Along with all the other beautiful pleasures in this reality.
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Holiday joy in the simplest of things.
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Thriving, Los Angeles – June 11th, 2022
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"How can you be happy in this world? You have a hole in your heart. You have a gateway inside you to lands beyond the world you know. They will call you, as you grow. There can never be a time when you forget them, when you are not, in your heart, questing after something you cannot have, something you cannot even properly imagine, the lack of which will spoil your sleep and your day and your life, until you close your eyes for the final time."
(The Ocean at the End of the Lane, Neil Gaiman)
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Adults follow paths. Children explore. Adults are content to walk the same way, hundreds of times, or thousands; perhaps it never occurs to adults to step off the paths, to creep beneath rhododendrons, to find the spaces between fences.
Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane
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““As long as a man remains in a state of psychological development in which his mother is the most important woman to him, he cannot mature a man. A man’s eros, his capacity for love and relatedness, must be freed from attachment to the mother, and able to reach out to a woman who is his contemporary; otherwise he remains a demanding, dependent, childish person.””
— All About Love: New Visions by bell hooks
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Soft reminder to be patient with yourself this winter ❄️
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another pure fantasy
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