minimalist literature


Moodboard: Francis Abernathy 

Francis, barefoot and still in his bathrobe, stepped precariously over rocks and branches, balancing his glass of ginger ale. Once we got to the lake he waded in, up to his knees, and beckoned dramatically like Saint John the Baptist

1 aug 17

what I’m reading this week / gaston bachelard’s the poetics of space, junichiro tanizaki’s in praise of shadows

galatians 6 on my mind and written in my heart. to walk with another person - through mountains and valleys and everything between - is something I have always found difficult to do… but Jesus calls us to bear the burdens of another - in doing so strengthening relationships all at once x


11/4/2017 re-reading gatsby for my prose as exam coming up - highlighting and post-it notes seem to be working the best for revision (sorry my handwriting isn’t the best!)

Learn to like what doesn’t cost much.
Learn to like reading, conversation, music.
Learn to like plain food, plain service, plain cooking.
Learn to like fields, trees, brooks, hiking, rowing, climbing hills.
Learn to like people, even though some of them may be different…different from you.
Learn to like to work and enjoy the satisfaction of doing your job as well as it can be done.
Learn to like the song of birds, the companionship of dogs.
Learn to like gardening, puttering around the house, and fixing things.
Learn to like the sunrise and sunset, the beating of rain on the roof and windows, and the gentle fall of snow on a winter day.
Learn to keep your wants simple and refuse to be controlled by the likes and dislikes of others. 

– Lowell C. Bennion