23 March 2014

«Pathless woods and lonely shores»


«She opened her eyes to the immensity in front of her and felt small before it, yet as whole as she had ever been.»

                                                           By Raquel R. in Short Story number 10  



«There is pleasure in the pathless woods, 
There is rapture on the lonely shore, 
There is society where none intrudes,
By the deep sea and the music in its roar
I love not man the less, but Nature more.»

Lord Byron 



16 March 2014

Breathing


«It was time to leave. She closed her eyes and let herself be rocked by the sounds of the gentle lapping ocean waves. Her breathing and heartbeat became one with that sound and magically everything seemed to make sense again.» 
                                                  By Raquel R. in Short Story number 10

«It seems to me that the natural world is the greatest source of excitement; the greatest source of visual beauty, the greatest source of intellectual interest. It is the greatest source of so much in life that makes life worth living.» 
                                                                            Sir David Attenborough 



        
                       William Trubridge - Freediver from The Avant/Garde Diaries on Vimeo. (via This is colossal)

10 March 2014

Time and tides


«Time passed by quickly. The tide was slowly rising again and the sun was setting. The sounds and smells were now more intense than ever. Behind her, the ocean mist descended upon that place transforming the coastal vegetation into a distant blur. Soon the darkness would take over the beach.» 
                                                 By Raquel R. in Short Story number 10

«At the beach, life is different. Time doesn’t move hour to hour but mood to moment. We live by the currents, plan by the tides, and follow the sun.»
                                                                                                                 Unknown 



         
                                         The City Exposed: Earthscapes from San Francisco Chronicle on Vimeo.

4 March 2014

Awe


«Despite her hands and feet were frozen cold, she felt more alive than ever, for she welcomed and honored all these ocean’s offerings with her ability to awe, when at their presence, and to cherish them like small treasures.» 
                                                  By Raquel R. in Short Story number 10
  
«I am part of the sun as my eye is part of me. 
That I am part of the earth my feet know perfectly, 
and my blood is part of the sea. 
There is not any part of me that is alone and absolute except my mind, and we shall find that the mind has no existence by itself, it is only the glitter of the sun on the surfaces of the water.» 
                                                                                          D. H. Lawrence 



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