The self asks me who I am

The pomegranate tree symbolizes wealth. The oak tree stands alone with dignity for strength. The pine tree speaks of eternal love and the willow tree is a water-loving tree that symbolizes regeneration and signifies emotional balance.


The self asks me who I am is written by Nazik al-Mala’ika. I have archived it from ‘I am’, Women of the Fertile Crescent: An Anthology of Modern Poetry by Arab Women. Edited and translated by Kamal Boullata, a Palestinian artist and art historian.

That discomfort that you are feeling. Its a sign that its a time to grow. Do it compeltely. Do less. Live simply.

I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put in words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.

Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

There once was a Willow, and he was very old,
And all his leaves fell off from him, and left him in the cold;
But ere the rude winter could buffet him with snow,
There grew upon his hoary head a crop of mistletoe.
All wrinkled and furrowed was this old Willow’s skin,
His taper finger trembled, and his arms were very thin;
Two round eyes and hollow, that stared but did not see;
And sprawling feet that never walked, had this most ancient tree.
~Julianna Horatia Ewing, “The Willow Man”

In J. R. R. Tolkien’s fantasy The Lord of the Rings, Old Man Willow is a malign tree-spirit of great age in Tom Bombadil’s Old Forest, appearing physically as a large willow tree beside the River Withywindle, but spreading his influence throughout the forest.


The sun shines not on us but in us. The rivers flow not past, but through us.

The sun shines not on us but in us. The rivers flow not past, but through us. Thrilling, tingling, vibrating every fiber and cell of the substance of our bodies, making them glide and sing. The trees wave and the flowers bloom in our bodies as well as our souls, and every bird song, wind song, and tremendous storm song of the rocks in the heart of the mountains is our song, our very own, and sings our love.

John Muir

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We all eat lies when our hearts are hungry

Sometimes it took all your energy to publish a post…

Attitudes are changing everyday. Rather than be uncomfortable, I’m trying to be optimistic.

Sometimes it took all your energy to publish a post when so much unrealistic is going on in your real nonfictional life.

We all eat lies when our hearts are hungry.

That’s how you can tell that you’re filling yourself with all the wrong things of this life. You use a lot of energy, and in the end, you feel emptier and less comfortable than ever.

The wildfires are turning the sky red where I am living. And when Kafka said, “I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it,” I felt a deep sorrow in me. In my memory, it doesn’t end.

When a flower doesn’t bloom, you fix the environment in which it grows, not the flower.

Alexander Den Heijer

These gorgeous illustrations of trees are simply magic!

These five illustrations of trees are simply magic! I found them through Pinterest where I unconsciously save them for revisiting at some other time.

The artist I explore is Lena Gnedkova who
is creating Illustrations, tutorials & fanart on many social media sites. Here are some of her tree-related work.

Number #1: A tree house with a library and som interesting references

A tree house with a library and som interesting references

Number #2: Nightfall town

Nightfall town

Number #3: Moomin and Snufkin

Moomin and Snufkin

Number #4: Old tree house sketch

Old tree house sketch

Number #5: Yggdrasil tree

Yggdrasil tree

Image credit: Nokeek Artist // Professional // Traditional Art.

I should not make any promises right now,
But I know if you
Pray
Somewhere in this world –
Something good will happen.

Hafiz

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