The art of living · the storm
Storms
Some days the sky cracks open. The hard thing arrives — sudden, loud, sure of itself — and leaves a silence heavier than the noise it made. Here we don’t look away. We name them plainly, because even the breaking is part of the becoming.
Latest Storms
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Keep all the ways we last!
I’ll admit that I don’t know why things last or much about sustainability. Truth is many of us don’t. History notes that no matter how rigorous any one project or intervention may seem, even if it was published in the best of journals or by the best teams always eager to share their brilliant minds,…
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Keep this meaning of life!
For the freedom of your dreams, future joys and open eyes, live. Through ways silent and wise, the seed of your spirit and undiscovered roads, learn. When things happen and everything changes, pray. Through time and life, through the best and worst in souls, love. The above are from Ben Okri. My mood for this…
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Keep this joyful light!
If you ask me what brings me joy these days. If you ask and I close my eyes to reflect on the word, to let it flow from my tongue as the thought of it rests deep within. If you ask what even feels joyful to me these days. I would close my eyes, smile,…
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Keep every moment!
We paused today, with ourselves and looked at the day, with a single purpose, to wait for time. In silence and in thankful contemplation, strangely at peace, we said thank you when the moment arrived. There still is no clear time in sight. We don’t know how deep the valley is. Either way, the urgent…





