heckit's blog: 2026

Sunday, July 19, 2026

Saturday, July 18, 2026

Fruit of the Loom

For a New Beginning

by John O’Donohue

In out-of-the-way places of the heart,
Where your thoughts never think to wander,
This beginning has been quietly forming,
Waiting until you were ready to emerge.

For a long time it has watched your desire,
Feeling the emptiness growing inside you,
Noticing how you willed yourself on,
Still unable to leave what you had outgrown.

It watched you play with the seduction of safety
And the gray promises that sameness whispered,
Heard the waves of turmoil rise and relent,
Wondered would you always live like this.

Then the delight, when your courage kindled,
And out you stepped onto new ground,
Your eyes young again with energy and dream,
A path of plenitude opening before you.

Though your destination is not yet clear
You can trust the promise of this opening;
Unfurl yourself into the grace of beginning
That is at one with your life’s desire.

Awaken your spirit to adventure;
Hold nothing back, learn to find ease in risk;
Soon you will be home in a new rhythm,
For your soul senses the world that awaits you

Friday, July 17, 2026

All the water

A Community of the Spirit.

by Rumi

There is a community of the spirit.
Join it, and feel the delight
of walking in the noisy street
and being the noise.

Drink all your passion,
and be a disgrace.

Close both eyes
to see with the other eye.

Open your hands,
if you want to be held.

Sit down in the circle.

Quit acting like a wolf, and feel
the shepard’s love filling you.

At night, your beloved wanders.

Don’t accept consolations.
Close your mouth against food.

Taste the lover’s mouth in yours.
You moan, “She left me.” “He left me.”
Twenty more will come.

Be empty of worrying.
Think of who created thought!

Why do you stay in prison
when the door is so wide open?

Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking.
Live in silence.

Flow down and down in always
widening rings of being.

Thursday, July 16, 2026

Lovely one

What in your life is calling you,

When all the noise is silenced,
The meetings adjourned...
The lists laid aside,
And the Wild Iris blooms
By itself
In the dark forest...
What still pulls on your soul?

--Rumi

Wednesday, July 15, 2026

Queen Mary 2

Love—is anterior to Life

by Emily Dickinson

Love—is anterior to Life

Posterior—to Death

Initial of Creation and

The Exponent of Breath.

Tuesday, July 14, 2026

We burned so bright

You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in a drop.

-Rumi

Monday, July 13, 2026

best wishes

I have come into this world to see this: the sword drop from men’s hands even at their arc of rage, because we have finally realized there is just one flesh we can wound.

--Hafiz

Sunday, July 12, 2026

ticket

If the house of the world is dark,

Love will find a way to make windows.

--Rumi

Saturday, July 11, 2026

We are everywhere

Gamble on Humanity

by Ayisha Siddiqa

What if the future is soft and revolution is so kind that there is no end to us in sight.

Whole cities breathe and bad luck is bested by a promise to the leaves.

To withstand your own end is difficult.

The future frolics about, promised to no one, as is her right.

Rage against injustice makes the voice grow harsher yet.

If the future leaves without us, the silence that will follow will be an unspeakable nothing.

What if we convince her to stay?

How rare and beautiful it is that we exist.

What if we stun existence one more time?

When I wake up, get out of bed, my seven year old cousin

with her ruptured belly tags along.

Then follows my grandmother, aunts, my other cousins
and the violent shape of their drinking water.

The earth remembers everything,
our bodies are the color of the earth and we
are nobodies.

Been born from so many apocalypses, what’s one more?

Love is still the only revenge. It grows each time the earth is set on fire.

But for what it’s worth, I’d do this again.
Gamble on humanity one hundred times over

Commit to life unto life, as the trees fall and take us with them.

I’d follow love into extinction.

Wednesday, July 8, 2026

Tuesday, June 30, 2026

Monday, June 29, 2026

Sunday, June 28, 2026

Saturday, June 27, 2026

Our doubts are traitors

"no doubt - autumn is here" by Stiller Beobachter is licensed under CC BY 2.0.

Our doubts are traitors,

And make us lose the good we oft might win

By fearing to attempt."

-- William Shakespeare, Measure for Measure.

Friday, June 26, 2026

Thursday, June 25, 2026

The physical and abstract life of books

As a mature artist, Monet was feeling discouraged about his series of waterlily paintings, his dealer questioning the marketability of the works. So his wife Alice suggested they go to Venice for change of scenery. They planned to go for two weeks and ended up staying for three months, Monet being enchanted by the enveloping light and atmosphere of the place. Being in Venice and painting there built up his confidence in the waterlily paintings. And when he returned to Giverny, his home, he communicated to his dealer that he was ready to paint the waterlilies with renewed energy and perspective. So had it not been for his venture to Venice, we would not have his waterlily paintings.

Canaletto

Paul Signac

John Singer Sargent

Wednesday, June 24, 2026

star gazing

Tuesday, June 23, 2026

Worldview

Monday, June 22, 2026

Not all who wander are lost

Sunday, June 21, 2026

perfect days

Happy Father's day Dad! Love you

Hirschorn Museum

In many ways, making work is a testing ground for what it means to pay attention. What can I make that will hold my own attention, so that the time spent being attentive is not wasted?

--Paul Chan