and in a flash, it was gone

it's been a bit of a busy week.

my mind goes round and round and round in circles... from the etsy shop to grad school applications to work to thanksgiving. lather, rinse, repeat.

am looking forward to a restful weekend. am looking forward to a brain-regroup.

most of all, am looking forward to a huge helping of turkey + stuffing, followed by a slice of pumpkin pie. if that cant fix your woes, nothing will.

have a fantastic weekend everyone, turkey-filled or otherwise.

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cubicle fever

stapler suicide by dreadsky

so my cubicle at work is pretty small. and i'm the kind of girl who needs to organize everything in front of me so that i can prioritize and see what needs to be done. it needs to be on my desk. (in tidy piles.)

oh did i mention that my cubicle is pretty small?

i'm on a mission to get everything off of my desk and arranged in an aesthetically pleasing manner. how? i've yet to figure that all out. i have a feeling it's gonna take some thinking outside the box.

does anyone have any recommendations of inspirational sites or sellers who might be able to help me out? all that i can find online is the same old boring beige, beige, beige. one of my favourite sites to check out is see jane work, but it doesn't have the breadth of selection that i'm looking for.

yet not alone

I am too alone in the world, and not alone enough
to make every minute holy.
I am too tiny in this world, and not tiny enough
just to lie before you like a thing,
shrewd and secretive.
I want my own will, and I want simply to be with my will,
as it goes toward action,
and in the silent, sometimes hardly moving times
when something is coming near,
I want to be with those who know secret things
or else alone.
I want to be a mirror for your whole body,
and I never want to be blind, or to be too old
to hold up your heavy and swaying picture.

I want to unfold.
I don’t want to stay folded anywhere
because where I am folded
there I am a lie.
And I want my grasp of things
true before you. I want to describe myself
like a painting that I looked at closely for a long time,
like a saying that I finally understood,
like the pitcher I use every day,
like the face of my mother,
like a ship
that took me safely through the wildest storm of all.

-Rainer Maria Rilke, trans. by Robert Bly
photo via anataman

be still. live. breathe.

this has been my mantra for the past little while - inspired partly by a paraphrase of a quote from enough by john naish, and partly by something that came to me while lying on the beach last august. i'm kind of loving it. (the breathing, and the living, that is). even when it's stressy.

i've also been hearting dandelions. the writing is a little bit teensy when you view it online, but i'm pretty happy with this one. of course, more to come.