Source: This Narrow Place - Sylvia Townsend Warner and Valentine Ackland: Life, Letters and Politics, 1930 - 1951. By Wendy Mulford
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When I was riding a bike for the last time, I didn't know it would be the last time. That sounds so dramatic and I will hopefully be able to ride a recumbent bike someday etc. But that first sentence has set a lot into perspective for me. I never know when I do something for the last time and for what reasons. I won't be able to dig into dirt and water flowers for at least a year and who guarantees me that I will ever do it again? It's an odd combination of grief and joy.
When I say this it can come off as guilt tripping in a way but I don't mean it like that at all. I know we are all busy and appreciating the little things gets next to impossible for many of us.
But I personally just can't unthink that sentence/knowledge ? Everything I do and see and feel is influenced by it. It makes my life seem so vibrant but it also makes me sad for the things I will never get back.
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k.d. lang photographed by Lance Staedler for Rolling Stone magazine 1994 or 1995
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home of french ceramic artist marguerite carbonell (1910-2008)
world of interiors Oct 07
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