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Peaches poached in sweet white wine, bay, lemon & vanilla. The colour the peaches turn the poaching syrup is magic.

Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to his brother Theo

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i love you fries i love you hash browns i love you roasted potatoes i love you mashed potatoes i love you potato chips i love you potato pancakes i love you potato croquettes i love you hasselback potatoes i love you tater tots i love you potatoes

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Holiness is so far from perfection as to be its polar opposite. Perfection is the spoilt little sister of death. Holiness is a potent taste for life as it goes – a childlike capacity to rejoice in what is, without asking for anything else.

Christian Bobin, The Eighth Day of the Week: Selected Writings. Trans. Pauline Matarasso

INDIA. The corpse of a Parsi is carried into a “dakhman” tower to be devoured by vultures. 

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““Night, to ancient people, was not an ‘absence of light’ or a negative darkness, but a powerful source of energy and inspiration. At night the cosmos reveals herself in her vastness, the earth opens to moisture and germination under moonlight, and the magnetic serpentine current stirs itself in the underground waters–just as the thick, snakey spray of stars, the Milky Way, winds across the night sky. Moon phases are a part of the great cosmic dance in which everything participates: the movement of the celestial bodies, the pulse of tides, the circulation of blood and sap in animals and plants. Observation of the night sky, of the stars, and especially of the moon, was the beginning of mathematics and science.””

— – Monica Sjöö & Barbara Mor, The Great Cosmic Mother