Kaleidoscope #863


I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity.
― Gilda Radner

 

Below is the original photo used to create this image. I found this lovely white bloom outside of a restaurant in Bon Air, VA.  No special lighting or retouching, just a snap from my smart phone.

 

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Kaleidoscope #861


Everyone is born creative; everyone is given a box of crayons in kindergarten. Then when you hit puberty they take the crayons away and replace them with dry, uninspiring books on algebra, history, etc. Being suddenly hit years later with the ‘creative bug’ is just a wee voice telling you, ‘I’d like my crayons back, please.’
― Hugh MacLeod, Ignore Everybody: and 39 Other Keys to Creativity

 

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Kaleidoscope #859


You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.
― Ray Bradbury, Zen in the Art of Writing

 

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Kaleidoscope #842


Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.
–Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind

 

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Kaleidoscope #841


Isn’t it mysterious to begin a new journal like this? I can run my fingers through the fresh clean pages but I cannot guess what the writing on them will be.
–Maud Hart Lovelace, Betsy in Spite of Herself
 

 

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