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hollybailey:

sausagedogabroad:

artistic portraits in the cloisters. i don’t think you can tell from the filter i put on it, but i am sooooo over this photo sesh.

When something called “Sausage Dog Abroad” shows up in your “recommended blogs” box is the moment when you realize Tumblr really knows you

This comment made me laugh out loud. 

hollybailey:

sausagedogabroad:

artistic portraits in the cloisters. i don’t think you can tell from the filter i put on it, but i am sooooo over this photo sesh.

When something called “Sausage Dog Abroad” shows up in your “recommended blogs” box is the moment when you realize Tumblr really knows you

This comment made me laugh out loud. 

Out comes the whip. We’re lazy, stuck, worthless. Our ideas are shallow, uninteresting, tepid. What’s our problem? Why can’t we just crank out pages like some literary version of a well-oiled machine?

I’ll tell you why not. Because this writing thing is hard. It always feels good to have written, but it rarely feels good to sit down to write. If I were to describe my own physical process, it’s like a nearly-unbearable tension within me slowly begins to rise. A welling up of so many thoughts and feelings that it feels I might explode. And yet, at the same time, there is the seeming impossibility of finding the words, of knowing what’s next, of getting it right. Shoulders tense. Jaw tightens. Eyes sting. Breath becomes shallow. Mind buzzes in circles endlessly. The page is a solid wall at which I must run, full tilt, and only by running, only by hurling myself straight at it might it crumble and give way. But it appears so solid! So unforgiving! Sometime I bang against it, and limp away, bruised and bloody. Other times, it turns out the wall was just a mirage. But there’s only one way to find out.

[…]

So. How to begin? Improbably enough, we must begin with kindness.

—   

The brilliant Dani Shapiro, a modern sage of the pleasures and perils of writing and the creative life, reflects on getting to work.

Complement with Shapiro on why creativity requires leaping into the unknown and her spectacular conversation with Debbie Millman.

(via explore-blog)

Five nice things.

Once you get this you have to say 5 nice things about yourself publicly and then send it to 10 of your favorite followers (not back to me, I did it already). Thinking good thoughts about yourself is hard but it will make you feel better so give it a go, for the sake of spreading positivity! :D x

I received this post ages ago from one of my favorite followers, just someone I found once through the Tumblr passageways. Like calls to like, and whatever the way we do. It was probably when I was starting to acquaint myself with photographs of the country which I had previously paid so little attention to, but that I would be moving to in a short time.

I saved it for a moment when I needed it. And it is now. I was reading through some old posts from May, and realizing that actually, well, I’m OK. Lately, I’ve been feeling loathsome. I don’t have a good reason for feeling this way. In fact, last night I was time traveling and trying to think of my three biggest creative critics in my past, and I could honestly only think of two, and I think the third is me. Something about judgments, and doubting, and insecurities, and especially comparisons… and well, that’s not the point of this at all so never mind. Here is an exercise of something different.

Five nice things about me:

  1. I can transform challenges into adventures. Once while I was at school on a Saturday working extra hours on an art project (a nice thing in itself), my student noticed a small bird had gotten stuck in the space between a rafter and a window. It was HIGH. But it was too depressing to hear the chirping, and realize that if we didn’t save this bird, it would, actually, die. So we tried for a long time to scare it out, but it was genuinely stuck. So we stacked maybe three tables high, plus chairs, and I climbed up them, and with gloves, captured the tiny bird in my hand. I was shaking, and it was hard to imagine coming down (with a bitty bird cupped between workman’s gloves), but we managed. And the bird was saved! Only afterwards did I think, well, gosh, that was dangerous and stupid. I do this a lot.
  2. I am a superb researcher. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t love researching things, just learning things for the sake of learning. In fact, I think that I am far more interested in the activity of learning than I am of remembering. I just enjoy filling my mind with new, delicious morsels of information. I think that this is a wonderful quality, and it results in things like well-rounded and inspiring playlists which I have been making for years. It seems odd that research would help in this arena, but it certainly does.
  3. Along similar lines, I am keen at expressing myself in a variety of creative ways. I think that it is beautiful that I have learned so many ways — from sewing machines to knitting needles to cellos and harmonicas and oil pastels — I enjoy these artistic forms of expression because everything is a metaphor to me. Every new way of engaging with the universe tells me something true about the way the world is. And the work that I produce reflects that, always.
  4. I have a knack for remembering lines and phrases. I am able to use this skill frequently in conversation and letters, dropping a line from a song or a poem, or remembering a quotation from a book or somewhere random that totally fits the situation. Not only do I believe this makes me an interesting conversationalist, but it is also a wonderful way to encourage others.
  5. I have compassion for each person I meet and can see the best in others. I believe people are doing the best they can with what they have, and I am quick to give them the benefit of the doubt. I have a fierce conviction for justice, but also a desire not to judge people for being ignorant. I just want to do my part to help them move closer to the light.

This felt good. I am going to send this out to my favorite followers… and even if you wait months to do it, I hope you will. You are worth the effort.

“Success is being able to look in the mirror and know that I am all right on that day. I don’t believe I’ve made it. I believe that I’m making it. I believe that I found my past so I can live in the present. It’s the most important thing to me. In the books and the plays and the touring and the gigs and the speeches and the – and the cash – it all pales into insignificance when compared with knowing that I didn’t do anything wrong. And I’m OK now.”

—   

poet Lemn Sissay

(via explore-blog)

River Avon, Salisbury
Salisbury in bloom.
lostsplendor:

The Middle School Dance, ca. 1950s via Reddit

lostsplendor:

The Middle School Dance, ca. 1950s via Reddit

england. up close and personal.
Grateley, Wiltshire County
letmegetmydress:

East Devon, Britain

letmegetmydress:

East Devon, Britain

(via my-british-blog)