Monica D. Murgia

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August 13th, 2014 by Monica Murgia

Photo Diary: Door

Why search in vain / in every door in which we will not exist / because we have not yet arrived?

That is how I found out / that I was exactly like you / and like the whole world.

- Pablo Neruda

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August 12th, 2014 by Monica Murgia

Photo Diary: Transformation

“He had been persecuted and despised for his ugliness, and now he heard them say he was the most beautiful of all the birds. Even the elder-tree bent down its bows into the water before him, and the sun shone warm and bright. Then he rustled his feathers, curved his slender neck, and cried joyfully, from the depths of his heart, ‘I never dreamed of such happiness as this, while I was an ugly duckling.’”- Hans Christian Andersen

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August 8th, 2014 by Monica Murgia

Photo Diary: Reverse

“We must abandon completely the notion of blaming the past for any kind of situation we are in.  And we have to reverse our thinking to see that the past always flows out of the present.  That now is the creative point of life.  And so, you see, it’s like the idea of forgiving somebody.  You change the meaning of the past by doing that.  It’s also like the flow of music.   The melody as it is expressed is changed by notes that come later.  The present is always changing the past.” – Alan Watts
Reverse

 

August 5th, 2014 by Monica Murgia

Photo Diary: Solitude

“You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts;
And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pastime.
And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered.
For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.”
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“There are those among you who seek the talkative through fear of being alone.
The silence of aloneness reveals to their eyes their naked selves and they would escape.
And there are those who talk, and without knowledge or forethought reveal a truth which they themselves do not understand.
And there are those who have the truth within them, but they tell it not in words.
In the bosom of such as these the spirit dwells in rhythmic silence.When you meet your friend on the roadside or in the market place, let the spirit in you move your lips and direct your tongue.
Let the voice within your voice speak to the ear of his ear;
For his soul will keep the truth of your heart as the taste of the wine is remembered
When the colour is forgotten and the vessel is no more.”

Khalil Gibran

 

July 30th, 2014 by Monica Murgia

Photo Diary: Day Dream

“Don’t quit your day dream”, said the unicorn.

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July 29th, 2014 by Monica Murgia

Photo Diary: Travel

“A good traveler has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving.” – Lao Tzu
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July 28th, 2014 by Monica Murgia

Photo Diary: Beauty

“One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.”- Sigmund Freud
Central Park 2013

 

July 25th, 2014 by Monica Murgia

Photo Diary: Fearless

“Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.”- Sarah Williams

Star

 

July 23rd, 2014 by Monica Murgia

Photo Diary: Persistence

“The little reed, bending to the force of the wind, soon stood upright again when the storm had passed over.” – Aesop
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July 20th, 2014 by Monica Murgia

Photo Diary: Change

“Your desire to change is simply a symptom of growing in a certain direction.  You are as naturally flowing in a new direction as a tree putting out a new branch.  In the process of growth, the oak is not better than an acorn.  Because what does it do?  It produces acorns.  So an oak is an acorn’s way of becoming others.” – Alan Watts
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July 18th, 2014 by Monica Murgia

Photo Diary: Sight

“My destination is no longer a place, rather a new way of seeing.” – Marcel Proust
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July 17th, 2014 by Monica Murgia

Photo Diary: Blown in the Air

“In all our quest of greatness, like wanton boys, whose pastime is their care, we follow after bubbles, blown in the air.” – John Webster
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