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Maria Frodl, Musetouch.

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 On my windowsill when I got home, there was a tumbler with pink jelly in it, and embedded in the jelly, sliced strawberries and bananas… [my neighbour] cooks at odd hours. She must have made the strawberry jelly this morning. When I buy baklava, which is not often because I eat too many, I leave a few for her on her windowsill, with a headscarf over them so the wasps don’t come. For these little gifts we don’t thank each other with words. They are commas of care. 

“This is what it feels like to be brilliantly achingly alive. Alive in the shatter. Alive in the empty. This is what it is to belong to things we cannot possibly understand. This is what it is to trust in the terrifying wisdom of our own becoming”

~ Jeanette LeBlanc

Beautiful dream.  

“I have been loved,' she said, 'by something strange, and it has forgotten me.” 

― Djuna Barnes, Nightwood

'Double Statue of the Princesses Louise and Friederike of Prussia' by Johann Gottfried Schadow, 1797, Altes Museum, Berlin.

Two sisters, carved in marble, forever young, forever gentle. Schadow captured not perfection, but connection, the quiet beauty that lives between hearts that understand each other without words. They remind us that true grace is not loud, nor fleeting. It is presence. It is tenderness that endures.

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With love,