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Thursday, September 28, 2006
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Already my gaze is upon the hill, the sunlit one. The way to it, barely begun, lies ahead. So we are grasped by what we have not grasped, full of promise, shining in the distance. It changes us, even if we do not reach it, into something we barely sense, but are; a movement beckons, answering our movement . . . But we just feel the wind against us. ~ Rainer Maria Rilke
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CLOUDS ARE MY MOUNTAINS
Already my gaze is upon the hill, the sunlit one. The way to it, barely begun, lies ahead. So we are grasped by what we have not grasped, full of promise, shining in the distance. It changes us, even if we do not reach it, into something we barely sense, but are; a movement beckons, answering our movement . . . But we just feel the wind against us. ~ Rainer Maria Rilke
5 comments:
How fun. (I really like it when you tell us here to go there :)
Way cool red goodness!
Ginnie, well I like it when you go there. :)
Heather, thanks!
That photo is great! The trees, the tall buildings and the looming stormy sky overhead. I want to visit that apartment that has the red curtains! :) I will visit/comment on the other site when I can.
How many times have you been to Paris?
I have checked out your Paris blog and I've seen many of the latest posts, but a couple days ago I started reading from the very beginning and got through 2 posts, but I had to stop as I was busy with school. I will continue reading all the way through when I have free time or during holidays. I very much liked reading-it was very interesting!!!
Patty! Wow, that's so cool that you're reading the Paris blog from the beginning! I went to Paris first in college for just 3 days (that was 1975), and it didn't mean much to me then. The next time was 1997. I think I've been 5 times, including 1997. The last time was in May this year, when I took most of the photos on the blog. But the early blog posts my sister and her partner allowed me to use their photos, since I went with them twice! Paris came at a time in my life that made its impact on me symbolic and psychological. That's part of why it's an important place to me.
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