Posts that relate very generally to life
Category: Life
The Two Cellos playing AC/DC Thunderstruck
Being a historical girl and living in Australia, how could I resist these guys. Thunderstruck by AC/DC on cello. They are pretty amazing, their energy is explosive!
Recovering from Frida with Henry Moore
I went to an exhibition at Toronto’s AGO (Art Gallery of Ontario) in the fall of 2012 to see an exhibition of Frida Kahlo’s and Diego Rivera’s work. It was called Frida & Diego: Passion, Politics & Painting. It was visceral. …
Random Musings ~ Tattoos and Identity
TATTOOS I think we can all agree that tattoos have gone viral. There is something very fundamental about choosing your symbols. They are our protectors, our journey markers, our identifiers and our story. Whatever the reason you get a tattoo, ultimately it is a …
Vintage Circus and Tattoos
Early tattooed – ‘painted’ – women were publicly seen in the Circus The circus as we know it started in the later part of the 18th century, in 1768, but one of the earliest tattooed women was shown in 1907 she …
S L Heart
‘I own an unsettling, thunderous heart.’ What a great line!!
Nick Cave: Into My Arms
One of my favorites. I’ve been known to have it on repeat as I write.
Monday musings
Monday musings Just got a book in the mail. How Forests Think by Eduardo Kohn. I feel like I want to stalk around it a while before I pick it up and start the read. I can already feel that …
The heart wants what it wants
It doesn’t matter how wise your decisions are. The heart wants what it wants. It wants in ways we can spend a lifetime trying to work out. It’s a beast with a gentle heart and a flower with razor …
Thought about you on the drive home
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Life
“Every journey should start with us pushing from the shore unfettered by what covers our souls.” © E Holland
Anita Krizzan
“Our souls held hands. There are your fingerprints all over my life” © Anita Krizzan www.facebook.com/akrizzan
Can you feel me?
Under the leaves which have freshly fallen, Under the browned, softer ones and Under the mulch and humus debris beneath them, Lies my soul, chest to chest with the earth. It’s the press of a lover. Of longing. Of anguish and …