Happy Monstera Monday everyone! This Monstera is finally growing and unfurling a 4th leaf, no longer just a 3 leaf monstera 🥰. Hope everyone has a terrific Monday!
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No me puedo imaginar estar en esa situación,¿Vosotros qué haríais, tirar para adelante e intentar ganar en carrera cosa imposible prácticamente o intentar atravesar el río?
Según mi opinión ese facoquero ya estaba muerto antes de que el cocodrilo le mordiera
Our heart wanders lost in the dark woods.
Our dream wrestles in the castle of doubt.
But there's music in us. Hope is pushed down
but the angel flies up again taking us with her.
The summer mornings begin inch by inch
while we sleep, and walk with us later
as long-legged beauty through
the dirty streets. It is no surprise
that danger and suffering surround us.
What astonishes is the singing.
We know the horses are there in the dark
meadow because we can smell them,
can hear them breathing.
Our spirit persists like a man struggling
through the frozen valley
who suddenly smells flowers
and realizes the snow is melting
out of sight on top of the mountain,
knows that spring has begun. — Jack Gilbert “Horses at Midnight Without a Moon”
Winter can be a time for quiet. For turning inward. When the world seems to slow and even the streams and lakes are in silent repose. I love this time of lull and easing. When I can look below and slowly realign and refill. When sluggishness is an attribute. I took this photo on my walk yesterday.