Ulrica Hume
@uhume.bsky.social
Author of An Uncertain Age and House of Miracles. Labyrinth guide.
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www.ulricahume.com
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www.ulricahume.com
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Read story: https://psalteryandlyre.org/2025/10/13/call-us-not-weeds/
Pinned
love and do not fear and all will be given. the fierceness of our love is its divinity. the sharing of this love is a blessing for the wee green things, which tremble when touched with light, and grow. this world is a treasure.
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love and do not fear and all will be given. the fierceness of our love is its divinity. the sharing of this love is a blessing for the wee green things, which tremble when touched with light, and grow. this world is a treasure.
November 7, 2025 at 7:36 AM
love and do not fear and all will be given. the fierceness of our love is its divinity. the sharing of this love is a blessing for the wee green things, which tremble when touched with light, and grow. this world is a treasure.
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There could only be a meeting of their mysteries if one surrendered to the other: the surrender of two unknowable worlds done with the trust with which two understandings might surrender to each other.
~Clarice Lispector (An Apprenticeship or The Book of Pleasures)
~Clarice Lispector (An Apprenticeship or The Book of Pleasures)
December 27, 2024 at 11:37 PM
There could only be a meeting of their mysteries if one surrendered to the other: the surrender of two unknowable worlds done with the trust with which two understandings might surrender to each other.
~Clarice Lispector (An Apprenticeship or The Book of Pleasures)
~Clarice Lispector (An Apprenticeship or The Book of Pleasures)
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One way of obtaining is not to search, one way of possessing is not to ask; simply to believe that my inner silence is the solution to my—to my mystery.
~Clarice Lispector
~Clarice Lispector
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November 9, 2025 at 11:18 PM
One way of obtaining is not to search, one way of possessing is not to ask; simply to believe that my inner silence is the solution to my—to my mystery.
~Clarice Lispector
~Clarice Lispector
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Dirk Schulte
Selbstbildnis im Übergang
2024
Selbstbildnis im Übergang
2024
November 10, 2025 at 6:00 AM
Dirk Schulte
Selbstbildnis im Übergang
2024
Selbstbildnis im Übergang
2024
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October 19, 2025 at 12:56 PM
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Red berries and ice.
November 11, 2025 at 12:31 AM
Red berries and ice.
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A strange experience yesterday. Afternoon collapsed on itself, not with a star’s power, exploded radiance falling back in concentrated immensity, but a drear apotheosis, a hum just above silent amid soiled white light. It was emptiness, not meditative or inviting action but a special kind of nothing
November 10, 2025 at 12:45 PM
A strange experience yesterday. Afternoon collapsed on itself, not with a star’s power, exploded radiance falling back in concentrated immensity, but a drear apotheosis, a hum just above silent amid soiled white light. It was emptiness, not meditative or inviting action but a special kind of nothing
bitter is the sweetness last
a folly for the dreamer
a folly for the dreamer
November 10, 2025 at 10:05 PM
bitter is the sweetness last
a folly for the dreamer
a folly for the dreamer
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Believe in the darkness what you have seen in the light.
~Lilias Trotter
~Lilias Trotter
January 23, 2025 at 12:45 AM
Believe in the darkness what you have seen in the light.
~Lilias Trotter
~Lilias Trotter
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1776: Redwings. These birds begin to appear at last.
November 10, 2025 at 7:00 AM
1776: Redwings. These birds begin to appear at last.
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Candy-pink brushstrokes, in Piles of French Novels, Van Gogh, 1887
October 24, 2025 at 7:04 AM
Candy-pink brushstrokes, in Piles of French Novels, Van Gogh, 1887
One way of obtaining is not to search, one way of possessing is not to ask; simply to believe that my inner silence is the solution to my—to my mystery.
~Clarice Lispector
~Clarice Lispector
November 9, 2025 at 11:18 PM
One way of obtaining is not to search, one way of possessing is not to ask; simply to believe that my inner silence is the solution to my—to my mystery.
~Clarice Lispector
~Clarice Lispector
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'Only my ghostly and imaginary friends, only the conversations I have in my dreams, are genuinely real and substantial.'
-Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
-Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
November 8, 2025 at 7:54 PM
'Only my ghostly and imaginary friends, only the conversations I have in my dreams, are genuinely real and substantial.'
-Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
-Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
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our paths uncrossed
ghost of a chance
ghost of a chance
November 8, 2025 at 1:14 PM
our paths uncrossed
ghost of a chance
ghost of a chance
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November 8, 2025 at 12:15 PM
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Franz Marc
Colorful Flowers (Abstract Forms)
Colorful Flowers (Abstract Forms)
December 2, 2023 at 8:00 PM
Franz Marc
Colorful Flowers (Abstract Forms)
Colorful Flowers (Abstract Forms)
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Fly, bird, fly away; teach me to disappear!
~Fernando Pessoa
~Fernando Pessoa
May 4, 2025 at 9:11 AM
Fly, bird, fly away; teach me to disappear!
~Fernando Pessoa
~Fernando Pessoa
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The imaginary is what tends to become real.
~André Breton
~André Breton
December 1, 2024 at 9:12 PM
The imaginary is what tends to become real.
~André Breton
~André Breton
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All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.
~André Breton
[Love Among the Ruins by Edward Burne-Jones]
~André Breton
[Love Among the Ruins by Edward Burne-Jones]
January 12, 2025 at 9:03 PM
All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.
~André Breton
[Love Among the Ruins by Edward Burne-Jones]
~André Breton
[Love Among the Ruins by Edward Burne-Jones]
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Perhaps I am doomed to retrace my steps under the illusion that I am exploring, doomed to try and learn what I should simply recognize, learning a mere fraction of what I have forgotten.
~André Breton (Nadja)
~André Breton (Nadja)
January 19, 2025 at 9:10 PM
Perhaps I am doomed to retrace my steps under the illusion that I am exploring, doomed to try and learn what I should simply recognize, learning a mere fraction of what I have forgotten.
~André Breton (Nadja)
~André Breton (Nadja)
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lanterns dark
out of light's depth
night shines its shadows
out of light's depth
night shines its shadows
November 8, 2025 at 10:15 PM
lanterns dark
out of light's depth
night shines its shadows
out of light's depth
night shines its shadows