There must be something strangely sacred in salt.
It is in our tears and in the sea
Friday, 3 April 2026
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Thursday, 2 April 2026
Thursday April 2nd 2026 - Pink Moon
the name is derived from the early spring bloom of a North American wildflower called "Phlox subulata," commonly known moss phlox.
A Moon usually appears reddish when it's close to the horizon because the light rays must pass through the densest layers of the atmosphere
April's full, "Pink Moon" is known as the Paschal Full Moon, which sets the date for Easter.
the first full moon after the March equinox,
Maundy Thursday
Maundy Thursday,
when Jesus ate his last meal with his followers and was then arrested
Paschal Moon - Full Moon - Pink Moon
This Paschal Moon marks the first Full Moon of spring and is used to determine the date of Easter.
Wednesday, 1 April 2026
the religious people — most of them — really think this planet is an experiment.
That's what their beliefs come down to.
Some god or other is always fixing and poking,
messing around with tradesmen's wives,
giving tablets on mountains,
commanding you to mutilate your children,
telling people what words they can say and what words they can't say,
making people feel guilty about enjoying themselves,
and like that.
Why can't the gods leave well enough alone?
All this intervention speaks of incompetence.
If God didn't want Lot's wife to look back, why didn't he make her obedient, so she'd do what her husband told her?
Or if he hadn't made Lot such a shithead, maybe she would've listened to him more.
If God is omnipotent and omniscient, why didn't he start the universe out in the first place so it would come out the way he wants?
Why's he constantly repairing and complaining?
No, there's one thing the Bible makes clear:
The biblical God is a sloppy manufacturer.
He's not good at design,
He's not good at execution.
He'd be out of business if there was any competition
Researchers say the average length of a dream is two to three minutes.
But many people experience their dreams as hours, if they can remember them at all.
The science of dreaming has been questioned for hundreds of years. Some hypothesize that dreams are our way of processing real events that occur when we're awake. They may also serve as an outlet for repressed hopes and desires.
Neuroscientists introduce a new theory every few years.
But honestly, no one knows why we dream or why we have nightmares.
We just hope that after the dream, we wake up.
Some people spend their lives trying to make a dream come true. They set a goal, then make a plan on how to achieve it. It works for some people.
for others, it's not so easy.
As hard as you work towards the dream, it can feel like the whole world is plotting against you. As you get further away from it, you cling to any sign of hope. And the longer it takes and the more it costs you, you start to consider whether you should give up.
Do you find a new dream?
Or do you stick to the one that started you on this journey in the first place?
April
April
I open wide the portals of the Spring
To welcome the procession of the flowers,
With their gay banners, and the birds that sing
Their song of songs from their aerial towers.
I soften with my sunshine and my showers
The heart of earth; with thoughts of love I glide
Into the hearts of men; and with the Hours
Upon the Bull with wreathed horns I ride.
April is the cruellest month,
breeding Lilacs out of the dead land,
mixing Memory and desire,
stirring dull roots with spring rain
To what purpose, April, do you return again?
April this year, not otherwise
Than April of a year ago, Is full of whispers, full of sighs
The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
and I love the rain
And with a windy April grace
The little clouds go by …
I could not be so sure of Spring
save that it sings in me
Oh, to be in England
Now that April’s there,
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some mourning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
In England — now!
What is in this drink but
The April sun, squeezed
Like an orange in My glass?
I sip the Fire,
I drink and drink
Again,
I am drunk Yes,
but on the gold of suns…
Life begins again — in April!
How this dead earth comes to flower!
How the dry boughs wake and quicken
In this blooming, springtime hour!
Life begins again — in April!
And the bird is on the wing,
Books are flowing, breezes tender
In a rhapsody of spring
April changes her sweet mind
Every other second.
With her many moods and minds,
Nothing can be reckoned.
I always carry an umbrella,
It serves for rain and sun!
I take my boots and out I go
To share in April’s fun
Praise the spells and bless the charms,
I found April in my arms.
April golden, April cloudy,
Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy;
April soft in flowered languor,
April cold with sudden anger
, Ever changing, ever true —
I love April, I love you.
April, April,
Laugh thy girlish laughter;
Then, the moment after,
Weep thy girlish tears!
April that mine ears Like a lover greetest,
If I tell thee, sweetest,
All my hopes and fears,
April, April,
Laugh thy golden laughter,
But, the moment after,
Weep thy golden tears!
Tuesday, 31 March 2026
Let things go.
Release them.
Detach yourself from them.
Nobody plays this life with marked cards,
so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose.
Do not expect anything in return,
do not expect your efforts to be appreciated,
your genius to be discovered,
your love to be understood.
Stop turning on your emotional television
to watch the same program over and over again,
the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss:
that is only poisoning you, nothing else.
One always has to know when a stage comes to an end.
If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through.
Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters
- whatever name we give it,
what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that have finished
Closing The Cycle
One always has to know when a stage comes to an end. If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through. Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters - whatever name we give it, what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that have finished.
Did you lose your job? Has a loving relationship come to an end? Did you leave your parents' house? Gone to live abroad? Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden?
You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened. You can tell yourself you won't take another step until you find out why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just like that. But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved: your parents, your husband or wife, your friends, your children, your sister, everyone will be finishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life, and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill.
None of us can be in the present and the past at the same time, not even when we try to understand the things that happen to us. What has passed will not return: we cannot for ever be children, late adolescents, sons that feel guilt or rancor towards our parents, lovers who day and night relive an affair with someone who has gone away and has not the least intention of coming back.
Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away. That is why it is so important (however painful it may be!) to destroy souvenirs, move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell or donate the books you have at home. Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts - and getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place.
Let things go. Release them. Detach yourself from them. Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Do not expect anything in return, do not expect your efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be discovered, your love to be understood. Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else.
Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are broken off, work that is promised but there is no starting date, decisions that are always put off waiting for the "ideal moment." Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished: tell yourself that what has passed will never come back. Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person - nothing is irreplaceable, a habit is not a need. This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult, but it is very important.
Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because that no longer fits your life. Shut the door, change the record, clean the house, shake off the dust. Stop being who you were, and change into who you are
Nothing is more dangerous than
not accepting love relationships that are broken off,
work that is promised but there is no starting date,
decisions that are always put off waiting for the "ideal moment."
Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished:
tell yourself that what has passed will never come back.
Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person
- nothing is irreplaceable,
a habit is not a need.
This may sound so obvious,
it may even be difficult,
but it is very important.
Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away.
That is why it is so important (however painful it may be!) to destroy souvenirs, move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell or donate the books you have at home.
Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts -
and getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place.
None of us can be in the present and the past at the same time,
not even when we try to understand the things that happen to us.
What has passed will not return:
we cannot for ever be children,
late adolescents,
sons that feel guilt or rancor towards our parents,
lovers who day and night relive an affair with someone who has gone away
and has not the least intention of coming back.
Did you lose your job?
Has a loving relationship come to an end?
Did you leave your parents' house?
Gone to live abroad?
Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden?
You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened.
You can tell yourself you won't take another step until you find out why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just like that.
But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved:
everyone will be finishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life,
and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill.
Sunday, 29 March 2026
Tell us of Pain
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.
And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy;
And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields.
And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.
Much of your pain is self-chosen.
It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.
Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquillity:
For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen,
And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips,
has been fashioned of the clay which the
Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears
Poe
“Out- out are the lights- out all! And, over each quivering form,
The curtain, a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
While the angels, all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy, "Man,"
And its hero the Conqueror Worm.”
Palm Sunday
The last week of Lent is Holy Week,
which commemorates the final days before Jesus’ execution on a cross.
It begins with Palm Sunday which marks the day Jesus rode into Jerusalem on a donkey.
It was a day of triumph when crowds of followers and supporters waved palm branches and laid them on the ground in front of him
Holy Week 2026
- Palm Sunday – March 29.
- Holy Thursday – April 2.
- Good Friday – April 3.
- Holy Saturday – April 4.
- Easter Sunday – April 5.
The last week of Lent is Holy Week, which commemorates the final days before Jesus’ execution on a cross. It begins with Palm Sunday which marks the day Jesus rode into Jerusalem on a donkey. It was a day of triumph when crowds of followers and supporters waved palm branches and laid them on the ground in front of him. In many churches, Christians are given small palm crosses to remember the day. These are the crosses that are burnt the following year to provide ashes for Ash Wednesday.
Later in Holy Week, as Lent draws to an end, some Christians mark significant days in the Christian year: Holy Wednesday, when one of Jesus’s followers, Judas, agreed to betray him; Maundy Thursday, when Jesus ate his last meal with his followers and was then arrested; and Good Friday, when Jesus was put on trial and executed. Lent ends with Easter Sunday – the day Christians celebrate Jesus rising from the dead.
Saturday, 28 March 2026
A Different Light
I want to make a movieI want to put you on the silver screen
Sit in a darkened room and look at you from a distancewant to write a novelFreeze all your expressions into wordsCome back later and read about what I should have heard
I want to paint your portraitHang your colors on my wall
Discussing form and content with my friends and drinksAnd no one thinks at all
I see you in a different light
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