An upbeat reader

“The staying and doing it, in spite of everything. In spite of the bears and the rattlesnakes and the scat of the mountain lions I never saw; the blisters and scabs and scrapes and lacerations. The exhaustion and the deprivation; the cold and the heat; the monotony and the pain; the thirst and the hunger; the glory and the ghosts that haunted me as I hiked eleven hundred miles from the Mojave Desert to the state of Washington by myself. And finally, once I’d actually gone and done it, walked all those miles for all those days, there was the realization that what I’d thought was the beginning had not really been the beginning at all. That in truth my hike on the Pacific Crest Trail hadn’t begun when I made the snap decision to do it. It had begun before I even imagined it, precisely four years, seven months, and three days before, when I’d stood in a little room at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minnesota, and learned that my mother was going to die.”
― Cheryl Strayed, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

“العودة إلى نقطة البدء في حياتي : لعل ذلك هو الشيء الوحيد الذي أتوق إليه أكثر من أي شي آخر”
― هاروكي موراكامي, 1Q84

“i hardened under the last loss. it took something human out of me. i used to be so deeply emotional i’d crumble on demand. but now the water has made its exit. of course i care about the ones around me. i’m just struggling to show it. a wall is getting in the way. i used to dream of being so strong nothing could shake me. now. i am. so strong. that nothing shakes me. and all i dream is to soften. -numbness”
― Rupi Kaur, The Sun and Her Flowers

“ماذا عليَّ لو اطَّهَرتُ من كَبْتِي
وطُفتُ سَبعَةَ أشواطٍ بأُوشَبْتِي

يَمَّمتُ تابوتَها أمْتاحُ مُلهِمَةً
فقِيلَ تابَتْ ؛ فهَلْ يا زَورَقي تُبتِ؟!

عن طعنِكِ البَحرَ حتى يرتَمِي ثَمِلاً
على شُطوطِكِ ذاتِ الظِّلِّ و النَّبْتِ؟

أم عَن تَلَوُّنِكِ المَزهُوِّ في لُغَتي:
أينَعتِ بالنَّعتِ أو في الاسمِ أطْنَبتِ؟

حاشاكِ .. هل توبَةُ الطاغُوتِ مُنجِيَةٌ
إيَّايَ مِن بَعدِ أن آمَنتُ بالجِبتِ؟!

أنشَبتُ في المُومِيَا الكَحْلاءِ أُغنِيَتي؛
وفِيَّ أنشَبتِ حتى قِيلَ أنشَبتِ ..

أرضِي و أرضُكِ .. هذا العِشقُ مُمْطِرُنا
أعشَبتُ أقْفَرتِ أو أقفَرتُ أعشَبتِ

تُخومُنا لا تَبينُ اليومَ؛ نحنُ ثَرَىً
مُسافِرٌ في ثرَىً .. لا أُبتُ أو أُبتِ"
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من تجربة "أُوشَبتي" (تمثال مُلهِمة)
صباح السبت 18/11/2006”
― محمد سالم عبادة, تعاطٍ