Sometimes you read something that resonates as if you had written it yourself! When I read this quote it was surely one of those times.
I think Victoria and I would get along famously!
*I’d have to add books and wine though!
“I just want to live in a world of mountains,
coffee, campfires, cabins and golden trees,
and run round with a camera and a notebook,
learning the inner workings of everything real.”
My living with coffee, campfires, cabins, golden trees, cameras and a notebook represented in photos below. Living the dream… (you can click onto any image for a full size version, then hit the arrow to see each image in turn).
“The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the center of your room,
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,
knowing at last how you got there,
and say, I own this,
is the same moment when the trees unloose
their soft arms from around you,
the birds take back their language,
the cliffs fissure and collapse,
the air moves back from you like a wave
and you can’t breathe.
No, they whisper. You own nothing.
You were a visitor, time after time
climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.
We never belonged to you.
You never found us.
It was always the other way round.”
“The breath is coming in and out now, whether you believe you are worthy of it or not.
The earth is unconditionally supporting you. She is holding you whether you believe you deserve to be held or not. Rest in her presence.
The breath will be gone at some point, usually much sooner than we’d all like. Breathe deeply now. Breathing is only now. There is no “breathing in the future.”
“No matter what is happening in your life – maybe you have lost hope, you’re confused, your heart is broken, or an old dream has died. Or even if you’re experiencing some joy, some peace, if things are going okay. It is not an ordinary moment. It is never ordinary inside your heart.
The only thing we know for sure is that we will be returned to the vastness soon. Let us not forget what is most important, never apologize for the yearning in our hearts, and not wait any longer to be fully here.
Let us renew the vow we once made to not abandon ourselves, our emotions, our vulnerability, our bodies, our sensitivity. With the sun, the moon, and the stars as our witness, we will no longer pathologize pure feeling and the longing that has been placed inside us.
Let us take a risk on this new day, like a flower who cannot hold back any longer from erupting with color, with fragrance, with life, with her song. You are this flower. Attune to what is truly happening here. This world needs you now more than ever. Please don’t forget what you are.”
Sweet Solstice! The nectar of summer absorbed by all of the senses…
The layers of myriad greens, the sensuous breeze, the fragrances of pine and honeysuckle and wild roses, the raven song, the textures of grass under bare legs…. these small yet large, simple yet complex pleasures feed my soul.
Happy Summer, Happy Solstice, Happy Long Languid Days!!