"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."
Sophie Potter is a Cardiff-based artist and here‘s her etsy shop. My favourite art from her are the floral illustration with black background (nasturtium and mushrooms) and the city maps with pink background (Paris and Tokyo), or the series of flowers in vintage cans. Particularly indicated if you don’t like winter or if your Christmas happens to be in summer, I think. They’re lovely.
I warned you I would try and do this: I’m not making any promises, let’s see if I can keep this up.
Letters in Exile: Rumi’s Longing for Shams al-Din Tabrizi “Since Shams appeared,my heart has been a hundred thousand burning lamps.The world is a candle, and I am the wick:I am consumed in the flame of love.”— Divan-e Shams-e Tabrizi, 13th century, Persia Among the most
The Love That Wrote Itself: Hadewijch and the Ecstasy of the Unknown Beloved “And she beheld me with love,and made me forget all my suffering.”— Hadewijch of Brabant, Visions and Poems (13th century) In the heart of the 13th century Low Countries, amidst convent walls
This book took my heart, chewed it up, spit it back out, set it on fire, and then laid a flower on it. Although I was in Jerusalem almost twenty years after Alberto Stabile, in events closely related to another hotel, my life was intertwined
Letters in Exile: Rumi’s Longing for Shams al-Din Tabrizi “Since Shams appeared,my heart has been a hundred thousand burning lamps.The world is a candle, and I am the wick:I am consumed in the flame of love.”— Divan-e Shams-e Tabrizi, 13th century, Persia Among the most
The Love That Wrote Itself: Hadewijch and the Ecstasy of the Unknown Beloved “And she beheld me with love,and made me forget all my suffering.”— Hadewijch of Brabant, Visions and Poems (13th century) In the heart of the 13th century Low Countries, amidst convent walls
This book took my heart, chewed it up, spit it back out, set it on fire, and then laid a flower on it. Although I was in Jerusalem almost twenty years after Alberto Stabile, in events closely related to another hotel, my life was intertwined
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