Click to enlarge To be a Flower, is profound Responsibility — — Emily Dickinson, Bloom Feedback on this post? Mail me at feedback@janusworx.com P.S. Subscribe to my mailing list! Forward these posts and letters to your friends and get them to subscribe! P.P.S. Feed my insatiable reading habit. ...
I’ve had a rash of folk1, unsubscribing from the newsletter after last few I’ve sent. I guess a few of you signed on, for techy posts and because of life, most of my recent newsletters have mostly been photography, or writing or other stuff.2 So, I went ahead, reworked the subscribe page on the blog and segmented the rest of you folk. Hopefully, you see only the emails you are interested in. I’ve sent out emails to each list, asking if they’re interested in the other (or all) list, so if you’d like alternatives, mail me and tell me so :) For new folk, the page now asks for the kind of emails, you would like to receive and automatically puts you in said bucket. Yes, there’s a bit more friction, but I cannot help it. Better to err on the side of safety. ...
Twelve years have passed in a blink of an eye. It still feels like only yesterday! Here’s to so many more, together! Photo courtesy, Priyanka Saggu To quote Sara Bareilles’, Orpheus … ...
Mountains in Ladakh. Click to embiggen And when adulthood fails you, you can still summon the memory of the black swan on the pond of your childhood, the rye bread with peanut butter and bananas your grandmother gave you while the rest of the family slept. There is the voice you can still summon at will, like your mother’s, it will always whisper, you can’t have it all, but there is this. ...
on a canal outside Keukenhof. click to embiggen If you get there before I do Wade in the Water Tell all of my friends I’m coming too God’s gonna trouble the water Wade in the water Wade in the water, children … 🎵 ...
goofing off near a canal, somewhere outside Keukenhof, in the Netherlands The last five years have been, to put it mildly, a bit trying. I lost my father, my brother, my clients1, and quite a bit of my sanity. I lost a lot of weight and then gained it all again. The career pivot is going slower than expected. I feel pettily jealous of the bright young minds I mentor, when they go on to accomplish great new things, while I am here, clawing the mud. There are days, I don’t want to get out of bed at all. ...