hemapen.wordpress.com
Books-For-Young-At-Heart | Wading Through Words
https://hemapen.wordpress.com/books-for-young-at-heart
Let us keep each other company as we explore the world, as painted by words, via musings, ramblings et al. This page has recommendations for authors and books from adult literature. Most of these are fiction, but there are a few non-fiction gems in here, too. This is in no way an exhaustive list of each of the authors’ works these are just what I read over time and liked. Please note that the entries in this page are in no particular order: they are just a random dump of my memory. Jane Eyre by Charlotte.
mindmorphemes.blogspot.com
The Cadence Goes On...: March 2014
http://mindmorphemes.blogspot.com/2014_03_01_archive.html
The Cadence Goes On. Monday, March 24, 2014. Though we often speak of personalities and natural tendencies of people, I have come to think that deep change- and by that I mean change at a fundamental level, in how you think and naturally react, is possible. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Second sight, first. Sweat the small stuff. Memorable Books of 2014. Il mio mondo piccolo. New Year Resolutions 2011. A couple of books about the sociocultural history of Indian Classical Music.
mindmorphemes.blogspot.com
The Cadence Goes On...: November 2013
http://mindmorphemes.blogspot.com/2013_11_01_archive.html
The Cadence Goes On. Thursday, November 21, 2013. Everything is like pottery. I had a realization last night. Have you ever seen the way pots take shape from clay on a potter's wheel? The sadness however, lies in the fact that this realization doesn't happen very often. Mostly we just put on blinders and mostly, we go with the herd, relinquishing our freedom and empowerment. Can you imagine how relevant this is to one's entire life? Every step of one's entire life? Wednesday, November 13, 2013. Or should...
mindmorphemes.blogspot.com
The Cadence Goes On...: July 2014
http://mindmorphemes.blogspot.com/2014_07_01_archive.html
The Cadence Goes On. Sunday, July 27, 2014. Sunday, July 20, 2014. I am a mediocre soul. That wants to be bigger than it is,. Dreams more than it is capable of. I am a mediocre soul-. A worm, not a caterpillar,. With dreams of turning into a butterfly. For God to magically make me. I can't be contained in here. In this constrained body, mind and intellect. Why can't I break into a burst of color? Why is it so hard. And be something greater? What does splendor feel like? At least once, let me have it.
mindmorphemes.blogspot.com
The Cadence Goes On...: A strange fact
http://mindmorphemes.blogspot.com/2014/07/a-strange-fact.html
The Cadence Goes On. Sunday, July 27, 2014. Empathize with you completely Sumi. Words are mere words for most, sadly. Wednesday, July 30, 2014 at 11:36:00 AM PDT. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Second sight, first. Sweat the small stuff. The Worlds I Live In! Of creative comas and deep motivations. Il mio mondo piccolo. From the "Foundation and empire". New Year Resolutions 2011. A couple of books about the sociocultural history of Indian Classical Music.
secondsight-first.blogspot.com
Second sight, first: August 2014
http://secondsight-first.blogspot.com/2014_08_01_archive.html
Second sight, first. Rambles, rants, and occasionally, insight. Tuesday, August 12, 2014. Excuse me while I rant a little. If you've read or otherwise cared to learn the basics of communication in any relationship perhaps you can help. How many communication errors can you spot in the following line? If you just answer the question instead of being smug and condescending all the time it would be better.". Here's what I came up with:. What were you doing when the problem occurred? 3 "All the time". The fi...
secondsight-first.blogspot.com
Second sight, first: On wanting
http://secondsight-first.blogspot.com/2015/02/on-wanting.html
Second sight, first. Rambles, rants, and occasionally, insight. Monday, February 09, 2015. You who never arrived/ Rainer Maria Rilke). You who never arrived. In my arms, Beloved, who were lost. From the start,. I don't even know what songs. Would please you. I have given up trying. To recognize you in the surging wave of. The next moment. All the immense. Images in me - the far-off, deeply-felt. Landscape, cities, towers, and bridges, and. Unsuspected turns in the path,. Pulsing with the life of the gods-.
secondsight-first.blogspot.com
Second sight, first: April 2015
http://secondsight-first.blogspot.com/2015_04_01_archive.html
Second sight, first. Rambles, rants, and occasionally, insight. Tuesday, April 28, 2015. Remember these things: the food your mother cooked for a celebration. how your parents marked your twelfth birthday. the first time you called someone for Valentine's day. who you picture when you think of a successful person. In every story, however, there are spaces we fill in for ourselves. What was he thinking when he said that? How did my mother feel about packing lunch every morning? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
secondsight-first.blogspot.com
Second sight, first: Spin
http://secondsight-first.blogspot.com/2015/03/spin.html
Second sight, first. Rambles, rants, and occasionally, insight. Monday, March 23, 2015. With shadows so dark and thick I'm certain the light blazes bright and strong and close behind. But there is no turning time back, is there? I must hold faith instead that the earth spins and spins, and so must spin back into the light. If only I could feel the slightest shove, a little give as the path dips forward into deepening night. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). How does one become a butterfly?
secondsight-first.blogspot.com
Second sight, first: Crush
http://secondsight-first.blogspot.com/2015/03/crush.html
Second sight, first. Rambles, rants, and occasionally, insight. Tuesday, March 24, 2015. First this connection, the way I end up smiling over something you said. Then I see you face to face when you give an interview. Then I hear from someone else who connected with you over a different book. You made her think of literature as a white knight in a fairy tale, she writes. Her description bumps my heart just a little. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). How does one become a butterfly? The Essence of a Book.
