S W O O N D: thirteen. fourteen.

12.13.2008

thirteen. fourteen.

Thirteen + Fourteen = Twenty Seven of my most favoritest, bestest comrades in all the Internets—some new, some old, some silver, some gold.

Last week, beautiful Lori of automatism gifted me a spot in a line-up of blogs that she loves; she was on official business, admirably fulfilling her duties as recipient of an I Love Your Blog thing, wouldn't you know. Now I'm doing likewise (except that I'm bending the rules to include more than the suggested seven sites in an attempt to make this effort fit into Days Thirteen and Fourteen, as if by magic).

Brilliant, gorgeous, luminous—each and every one of you. What can I say except thank you for making my days merry and bright. I wish you all the happiest of holidays and a new year filled with wonder and joy.

What Possessed Me

Ill Seen, Ill Said

My Castle in Spain

Ngorobob House: Life from the Hill

Abbey Goes Design Scouting

Treats and Treasures

Design for Mankind

Stopping to Eat the Roses

Creature Comforts

Write On and More

This is Glamorous

the world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.

- w. b. yeats

sounds travel through space long after their wave patterns have ceased to be detectable by the human ear: some cut right through the ionosphere and barrel on out into the cosmic heartland, while others bounce around, eventually being absorbed into the vibratory fields of earthly barriers, but in neither case does the energy succumb; it goes on forever - which is why we, each of us, should take pains to make sweet notes.

- tom robbins

the same dream returned each night until i dared not to go to sleep and grew quite ill. i dreamed i had a child, and even in the dream i saw it was my life, and it was an idiot, and i ran away. but it always crept onto my lap again, clutched at my clothes. until i thought, if i could kiss it, whatever in it was my own, perhaps i could sleep. and i bent to its broken face, and it was horrible . . . but i kissed it. i think one must finally take one's life in one's arms.

- arthur miller, after the fall

YIN AND JUNG

who looks outside, dreams;

who looks inside, awakes.

everything that irritates us about others can lead us to a better understanding of ourselves.

when we must deal with problems, we instinctively resist trying the way that leads through obscurity and darkness. we wish to hear only of unequivocal results, and completely forget that these results can only be brought about when we have ventured into and emerged again from the darkness. but to penetrate the darkness we must summon all the powers of enlightenment that consciousness can offer.

- carl jung, the stages of life