The Doctor Always Yearning For River Song No Matter His Current Self~

“I am finding my way back to myself again. slowly, patiently, intricately. I am finding roads in between my heart and my mind that connect. I am finding melodies that taste good on my soul. I stray and i take detours occasionally, but I am finding my way back to myself again.”

— Unknown

“People speak of belief when they have lost knowledge. Belief and disbelief in God are mere surrogates. The naive primitive doesn’t be­lieve, he knows, because the inner experience rightly means as much to him as the outer. He still has no theology and hasn’t yet let himself be befuddled by boobytrap concepts. He adjusts his life -of ne­cessity- to outer and inner facts, which he does not -as we do- feel to be discontinuous. He lives in one world, whereas we live only in one half and merely believe in the other or not at all. We have blotted it out with so-called “spiritual development”, which means that we live by self-fabricated electric light… ””

— Carl Jung

I had a great time today (I don’t want to go into the darkness alone.) you make me so happy (darling, the light is fading.) I’m going to love you forever and ever (I’m scared my forever can’t be much longer, love.) I’ll see you in the morning (there is a heaviness in my heart that will not quiet. I am fearing the sunrise will not come.) you make me so smile so much (you deserve better and I’m still sorry I couldn’t give it) I’ll do my best to take care of myself (my best is hiding from the darkness. my best is looking up wearily at the approaching night.) I’m tired (of breathing) I’ll see you (for that I can live) I love you (the poets spoke of the sun but I know only your smile.)

“Our universe grants every soul a twin–a reflection of themselves– the kindred spirit –And no matter where they are or how far away they are from each other – even if they are in different dimensions, they will always find one another. This is destiny ; this is love.”

— Julie Dillon

Well, lots to do, so…

“The world gives you so much pain and here you are making gold out of it — there is nothing purer than that.”

— Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey

Timor Mortis

by Louise Glück

Why are you afraid?

A man in a top hat passed under the bedroom window. I couldn’t have been more than four at the time.

It was a dream: I saw him when I was high up, where I should have been safe from him.

Do you remember your childhood?

When the dream ended terror remained. I lay in my bed— my crib maybe.

I dreamed I was kidnapped. That means I knew what love was, how it places the soul in jeopardy. I knew. I substituted my body.

But you were hostage?

I was afraid of love, of being taken away. Everyone afraid of love is afraid of death.

I pretended indifference even in the presence of love, in the presence of hunger. And the more deeply I felt the less able I was to respond.

Do you remember your childhood?

I understood that the magnitude of these gifts was balanced by the scope of my rejection.

Do you remember your childhood?

I lay in the forest. Still, more still than any living creature. Watching the sun rise.

And I remember once my mother turning away from me in great anger. Or perhaps it was grief. Because for all she had given me, for all her love, I failed to show gratitude. And I made no sign of understanding.

For which I was never forgiven.

Some of my favourite positivity birds from 2022!

Thank you for all of the support for my art this year - it means a lot to think I can add a little brightness to someone's day!

I hope 2023 will be full of gentleness, acceptance, and peace for us all!

“If someone does not want me, it is not the end of the world. But if I do not want me, the world is nothing but endings.”

— Nayyirah Waheed

garlic breath by Rhiannon McGavin