All Things Curious | INFJ | Mother & Wife | Selfsabotage coach | Hypnotherapist | Teacher | Lover of interesting conversation, music, film, reading, writing, teaching, learning, fermenting, walking, coffee, and cats | Must laugh every day🌸
We were given time to stand and stare
Recently I ‘stumbled over’ a poem by the Welch poet William Henry Davies, who lived from 1871 to 1940. Reading more about the author, I became aware of him being very famous in the 1970’s schools – students have been reading his poetry, and parents read this poem in particular to their children.
The New World of Abundance
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. What does that even mean? If I were in space with someone else, I wouldn’t be able to hear them scream and vice versa? Could I hear the sound of my own scream? Could I maybe stop having this conversation right now, and get the h*ll out of my head? Space is clearly NOT where I am.
I'd found my Ikigai without even knowing it
Ikigai [’e-key-guy] translates into purpose of life/bliss – it is what gets you out of bed in the morning, it’s the key to a long and meaningful life, and therefore it is, at least in my humble opinion, worth knowing about 😊