21st April 2013

“Open the windows
For, the kind breeze is celebrating the birthday of the beautiful flowers
And spring,
On each and every branches
Close to each young leaf,
Has turned on lovely candles!

All swallows have come back
Singing the lovely song of freshness

Our narrow street is filled with spring songs
And the cherry trees
Are all blossoms
To celebrate the birthday of every flower”

Fereydoon Moshiri, Believe in the Spring

This poem popped up on my twitter yesterday via a friend and I thought it very fitting for the long-awaited, beautifully sunny weekend we’ve been having. It’s amazing what some sunshine does to us!

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12th February 2013

“They say that every snowflake is different. If that were true, how could the world go on? How could we ever get up off our knees? How could we ever recover from the wonder of it?”

Jeanette Winterson, The Passion

This is something I came across a long time ago, and when I read it, it made me feel massively insignificant. For me, it highlighted just a tiny part of the wonder that is found in this world; it eludes to something so intelligent and constructed and complex. A simple thing, like a snowflake, can stand for something so awe-filled.

25th June 2012

“The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails.”

William Arthur Ward

This quote appeared in my twitter feed this morning and I found William Ward‘s descriptions of optimism, pessimism and realism very interesting. I consider myself an optimist but thinking it over, I realise I have a tendency to complain and moan and whine about whatever may have occurred. It is then that my optimistic instincts kick in – I look for a resolution, a positive or some hope. But the niggling pessimist in me pipes up and asks “what if?” This then leads to the realist in me – I will make precautions and do what I must to account for the “what if”. It would seem that people are not easily defined as one of these things and that human nature, more often than not, is a mixture.

 

11th March 2012

“So I’m just sitting on the dock of the bay, watching the tide roll away. I’m just sitting on the dock of the bay, wasting time.”

Otis Redding, Sitting at the Dock of the Bay

Today was spent enjoying the spring sunshine at Southampton docks with some friends. Although Otis’ sentiments behind this song are rather morbid: “Cause I had nothing to live for and looks like nothing’s gonna come my way”, it is one of my favourite songs – it reminds me of peaceful times, of singing it (pretty badly) with my sisters and it being played in the car at 8am on the way to my aunt’s wedding on a snowy December morning. It summed today up nicely too- whiling away the time by the water.

5th March 2012

“If the stars should appear but one night every thousand years, how man would marvel and stare.”

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Whilst walking back to the main campus after this evening’s Italian class, I noticed just how clear and luminescent the sky was. The stars were out in their full splendour and shining brightly. Although I totally did not nearly trip over whilst looking up, I would advise not walking through a woody area whilst indulging in a spot of stargazing, rather staying stationary to enjoy the night sky.*

 

*all very cheesy, I know.