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naturaekos: “Many of us have been running all our lives. We have the feeling that we need to…

naturaekos:

“Many of us have been running all our lives. We have the feeling that we need to run—into the future, away from the past, out from wherever we are. In truth, we don’t need to go anywhere. We just need to sit down and look deeply to discover that the whole cosmos is right here within us.”

— Thich Nhat Hanh

quotemadness: “The best fighter is never angry.” — Thich Nhat Hanh

quotemadness:

“The best fighter is never angry.”

— Thich Nhat Hanh

Fanfiction – Something Beautiful

kalendraashtar:

Part I, Part II , Part III, Part IV , Part V, Part VI

Something Beautiful

Part VII – Tease

The fact that my mother immediately
refilled my glass, after I gulped down more than half of its contents, was a
true testament to the alarming levels of distress she sensed in me.

I half-hiccupped-half-blurted a short summary of what had transpired
between me and Jamie. My mother listened intently, emitting soft reassuring and
sympathetic sounds in all the appropriate moments. But when I finally put down
my beaker, my hand trembling significantly less, I realized what was missing
from her reaction.

Surprise.

Julia Beauchamp looked and sounded thoroughly impassive by Jamie’s
axis-tilting-confessions.

Oh my god.” I covered my
face with the palms of my hands, like a child playing peek-a-boo, feeling like
the ultimate village idiot. “You knew,
didn’t you?” I almost put my closed fist inside my mouth, pressing it against
my lips. “You already knew Jamie had feelings for me.”

“Well, to be fair, I had ten years to learn how to read that look on a man’s face.” My mum
smiled gently, her eyes and even the lines on her face – so like my own – softening considerably. “I learned with Henry.
Your father made sure I knew every
day we spent together.”

“How is it possible that everyone knows more about my own life than I?”
I asked, feeling foolish, a woman made of mirrors whose reflection everyone
easily caught sight of. “Why didn’t you bloody say something, mum?”

“I knew how you’d react – well, overreact.”
She pursed her lips significantly and side-eyed me, in such a judging motherly
face that I almost laughed. “And it wasn’t my place, really. I didn’t want to
cause a rift between the two of you – I did advise him to tell you everything,
though.” My mother grinned wickedly. “I certainly didn’t think Jamie would go
for a suck-face declaration.”

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touika: Detail of Almond Blossom. 1980. Vincent van Gogh.

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Detail of Almond Blossom. 1980. Vincent van Gogh.

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wehadfacesthen: France, 1964, photo by Yves Troispoux

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France, 1964, photo by Yves Troispoux

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