Unraveling external selves and coming home to our real identity is the true meaning of soul work.
To be a good draftsman was to me a blessing.
How could I make a little book, when I have seen enough to make a dozen large books?
But the moment a bird was dead, no matter how beautiful it had been in life, the pleasure of possession became blunted for me.
. . . nature indifferently copied is far superior to the best idealities.
But hopes are shy birds flying at a great distance, seldom reached by the best of guns.
There is the morass, wherein you plunge up to your knees, or the walking over the stubborn, dwarfish shrubbery, whereby one treads down the forests of Labrador; and the unexpected bunting or sylvia which perchance, and indeed as if by chance alone, you now and then see flying before you, or hear singing from the ground creeping plant.
I planned how I would kill myself in the time of Churchill (stand under bombs), Victoria (throw myself under a horse), and Henry the Eighth (marry Henry the Eighth)- Little Bee
I love reggae music; reggae music's like my go-to.
When you are tired of life, come to Haven. And someone will kill you.
To see itself through, music must have idea or magic. . . . Music with neither dies young though rich.