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noticing # 1

i need to give a boost to my creativity.

i have lots of ideas popping up, but i’m always procrastinating, saying it’s ok if i leave it for tomorrow and then at the end of the week and month i’ve done nothing!

i need discipline, routine, but at the same time, i want freedom.   i know, for sure, that my projects should involve photography and words so i decided to register what i notice around me, little things along the way.

i’ll give it a try, i’ll post every day a photography and few words that come to my mind. hope you enjoy!

here is my first ‘noticing’

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the exact moment when we discover that we can bloom,

each one in a particular way,

but nevertheless showing off our true essence.

 

 

Hope

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Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all
And sweetest in the Gale is heard
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm
I’ve heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest Sea
Yet never in Extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Emily Dickinson
Sharing with you one of my favourite poems. Have a great weekend my friends!