Administrator's blog | Leanna Banana

“When you’re in love, you’re capable of learning everything and knowing things you had never dared even to think, because love is the key to understanding of all the the mysteries.”
― Paulo Coelho, Brida

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"A woman knows the face of the one she loves as a sailor knows the open sea."

Honoré de Balzac

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she never slept anymore.

"She had long ago lost track of all the days,
and it really didn't matter because one was like another.
There were no nights to separate them because she never slept anymore."

'Insomnia Roses', mixed media, circa 2013

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"Take your time,

take your time, kid.
Listen to your heart."

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the color of my eyes

"I could never pretend something I didn't feel. I could never make love if I didn't love. And if I loved, I could no more hide the fact than change the color of my eyes."
-- Marilyn Monroe, Fragments

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Sometimes during the night, my dreams will take me back to the sad place.
So I have to wake up, and forgive us all over again.

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"Waterveiled"

“My first vision of earth was water veiled. I am of the race of men and women who see all things through this curtain of sea and my eyes are the color of water. I looked with chameleon eyes upon the changing face of the world, looked with anonymous vision upon my uncompleted self. I remember my first birth in water.”
— Anaïs Nin, House of Incest

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skyflowers

' her body
carries clouds
all the way
home '

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"What do you think of the girl?"

"The girl is blue. She's wearing her gown and dissipating into the night sky. She is sad because she has forgotten what it's like to be young at heart. Grey clouds spiral around her, cocooning her on all sides. She is going off to be alone, to play, to imagine herself dwelling within the inner workings of her mind. Living within the limitless confines of her own personal haven, her sanctuary, her safe place. She needs to remember."

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She

I see it in her
I hear it in her
I feel it in her
I know it's in her
She's magic
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C i n n a m o n

"I wanna live

with a cinnamon girl.

I could be happy

the rest of my life,

with a cinnamon girl.

A dreamer of pictures

I run in the night.

You see us together

chasing the moonlight,

my Cinnamon Girl."

Cinnamon Girl captured by Nicole Cartolano.
See more of our editorial piece published at Nakid Magazine.

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Let it know you see it too.

"Sometimes you remember old faces whose names you don't want to remember, people your mind's blocked but your heart seems to be forever connected to. Sometimes their image pops into your head and you just get sad, and you don't know why. And they're just there, and you don't know why. This is a smile for then. This is a smile for now. Sometimes it's ok to let the sadness say hello. Sometimes it's ok to smile it right in the eyes. Let it know you see it too."

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"Breathe, my friend. You are not old, you are young. You are not a mess, you are normal. Extraordinary, perhaps. In the blink of an eye your life will change. And it will continue to change for decades to come. Enjoy it, embrace it... Be grateful for the ride. You are not old, you are young. And faith will get you everywhere. Just you wait."

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dreampool

"Look! The roses are making butterfly shadows in the bath!"

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'It would be like sleeping and yet waking, all at once.'

"You love the roses-- so do I. I wish the sky would rain down roses, as they rain from off the shaken bush. Why will it not? Then all the valley would be pink and white and soft to tread on. They would fall as light as feathers, smelling sweet. And it would be like sleeping and yet waking, all at once."
-- George Eliot, Roses

Capture by Mr. Dawson
It sure was lovely to see you today.

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Shadows possess a life of their own.

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"There are strange flowers of reason to match each error of the senses."
--Louis Aragon

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rose-coloured

Rose Coloured Spectacle by Penny Slinger, 1974

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grace
sweetens
our journey
magic
keeps our eyes
open

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s a n c t u a r y

sanc·tu·ar·y

ˈsaNGk(t)SHəˌwerē/

noun

noun: sanctuary; plural noun: sanctuaries

1. place of refuge or safety.

"she sought a sanctuary in times of trouble"

synonyms: refuge, haven, harbor, port in a storm, oasis, shelter, retreat, hideaway

2. nature reserve.

synonyms: reservation, preserve

"a wildlife sanctuary"

3. holy place; temple or church.

the inmost recess or holiest part of a temple or church.

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Do not argue with the past.

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laced with hearts.

“Remember... that the aching you feel... is not a longing for a person,

it is a begging to return to your truth, to your light, because that is your purpose, you golden soul. The healing is hard because the path of the

warrior is not easy, yet here you are, coming home with your battle cry
laced with hearts.”

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sweet surrendering / milk and honey dreams

Thinking of you.

'Spent and sighing with a look in your eye.
Spent and sighing with a look on your face, like
sweet revelation, sweet surrendering.
Sweet revelation, sweet.'

"In the land before sleep and waking,
I can feel her hands tangled in my hair,
and the warmth of her body next to mine.
My dreams of her taste of milk and honey,
and the smell of her perfume
is the smell of my home."

capture by apgibson

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When the dreamer dies, what happens to the dream?

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You are flesh
miraculously born
from glittery stardust
by supernatural forces
don't deny your magic
-- Medusa

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“The study of dreams is particularly difficult, for we cannot examine dreams directly, we can only speak of the memory of dreams. And it is possible that the memory of dreams does not correspond exactly to the dreams themselves.

If we think of the dream as a work of fiction — it may be that we continue to spin tales when we wake and later when we recount them.”

— Jorge Luis Borges, Nightmares from Seven Nights

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flower flower

love, love is a verb

love is a doing word

feathers on my breath

gentle impulsion

shakes me, makes me lighter

fearless on my breath

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Memory

' The world around me I could see with new eyes, unburdened by sleep. Walking to my door, I felt the sun on my back, the air around me orange, the scent of leaves and rain. I remember when you used to pick me up those early mornings, and I had the distinct feeling of otherworldliness about me and all around me. Something like a tickle, like a storm of butterflies inside me. Songbirds and long mornings watching the moon vanish and the sun rise, winking at each other from across the sky, during the one instant their eyes meet.

I wonder if I'm always going to measure time in increments of being with you and not being with you. I wonder if I'm always going to be counting the moments since we last spoke. '

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Sublime

Moonset sunrise.

“When the starry sky, a vista of open seas or a stained glass window shedding purple beams fascinate me, there is a cluster of meaning, of colors, of words, of caresses, there are light touches, scents, sighs, cadences that arise, shroud me, carry me away, and sweep me beyond the things that I see, hear, or think. The “sublime” object dissolves in the raptures of a bottomless memory. It is such a memory, which, from stopping point to stopping point, remembrance to remembrance, love to love, transfers that object to the refulgent point of the dazzlement in which I stray in order to be.”
— Julia Kristeva, Powers of Horror: An Essay on Abjection

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