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Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.
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hand written letter from Joseph Merrick.The Elephant Man
The letter reads:
Dear Miss Maturin
Many thanks
indeed for the grouse and
the book, you so kindly sent
me, the grouse were splendid
I saw Mr Treves on Sunday
He said I was to give his
best respects to you With much
gratitude I am Yours Truly
Joseph Merrick
London Hospital
WhitechapelPosted on February 20, 2010 via nickdrake™ with 17 notes
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James Leon Williams
The Osier Cutter 1895
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Every positive change - every jump to a higher level of energy and awareness - involves a rite of passage. Each time to ascend to a higher rung on the ladder of personal evolution, we must go through a period of discomfort, of initiation. I have never found an exception.
Dan Millman (via soul-surfer) (via free-wilderness)Posted on February 19, 2010 via SOUL SURFER with 48 notes
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[‘the great art of light and darkness’] Athanasius Kircher, 1646.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/iFxfCutmCnqawbitHixLMlVao1_500.jpg)
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[‘the great art of light and darkness’] Athanasius Kircher, 1646.
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Down where I darn with the milk-eyed mender
you and I, and a love so tender,
is stretched-on the hoop where I stitch-this adage:
“Bless this house and its heart so savage.”And all that I want, and all that I need
and all that I’ve got is scattered like seed.
And all that I knew is moving away from me.
(and all that I know is blowing
like tumbleweed)”Joanna Newsom, Sadie (via folkloric)Posted on February 19, 2010 via with 11 notes
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Painter, illustrator, maker of clocks & teller of tales, who travelled in a house on wheels to the edge of Dartmoor and now sits there amongst books and paint finding beauty in otherness..
This will be a sketchbook of ideas, visuals to inspire, and snippets from my own journey.
http://intothehermitage.blogspot.com
