An old boathouse converted into a cafe. We always live in the ruins of the world that came before us. We always leave behind rubble with which the next world will build.

His edges were indistinct like an ink blot in water, something pulled from the centre to maintain form but each pull made his boundaries less defined. Let it go, give it back, push them away, close your eyes. Terror from the deep as you dilute away. Hate: give me something to hate.

Consequence is not ours to know, but we are permitted to know that true goodness creates more goodness. So do good. Yes its that simple; do good and know your goodness with flourish somewhere, somewhen. Perhaps not for you, but for someone. Thats enough, youre doing your best.

When neither word nor deed can carry your meaning, what is left? To live, and let those who wont hear you follow their own way. There are ten thousand paths, most are lonely.

Log Lady: Sometimes when we are ill we are not on our best behavior. By ill, I mean any of the following: physically ill, emotionally ill, mentally ill, and / or spiritually ill. #TwinPeaks #TwinPeaksQuotes

All we can do is respond to and with those around us. Alone we cannot truly comprehend or grapple with the world, but our collective behaviour can produce effects beyond our dreams. First we must learn to conduct ourselves harmoniously.

Paint peeling off the walls, A red sore on my eyelid, A creeping cold in my heart, The world is getting closer.

Nature is chaos, all is change. We calmly abide.

Second hand book shops are the best. Look at the cover art!

Sand is cool, that is all.

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Mood

A beautiful terrapin came to say hello. Sadly my camera didn't know what to do with the lighting.

Here is your gentle reminder that perception is not reality. There is a disparity between the two, and what you perceive is deeply governed by emotion. So slow down and create a space between stimulus and your response.

Take a moment every day to observe the little things. Grass on the verge of the road, things growing in cracks, the breeze in the hedge.

The way is not out of suffering. The way is not into the suffering. The way is not through the suffering. The way just is what is.

Our dramatic lives come and go, political movements rise and die. Fear, love, anxiety, passion. Generation after generation we strive and change and murder and build. Meanwhile ducks remain ducks, living alongside us. Unchanged.

Look closer at everything. There are patterns in all things, and patterns within patterns. Each of these is an environment to which something adapts. Each adaptation becomes an environment that provokes new adaptations What to you is texture under a boot, is a mountain to climb to something else

Beauty can grow out of the drains. Stop waiting to go on an adventure to find beauty, it is right where you are.