The desert tells a different story each time one ventures on it. ~Robert Edison Fulton, Jr.
Author Archives: Kirsten Dinesen
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Twilight…….
“The darkness of death….is like the evening twilight; it makes all objects appear more lovely to the dying.” ~Jean Paul
Moments
there are moments which take us to another place…..somewhere between Heaven and Earth occasionally we capture them in photographs
We do not take a trip……
“A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike.
And all plans, safeguards, policies and coercion are fruitless.
We find after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us.”
― John Steinbeck
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in the end…
“It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.”
― Ernest Hemingway
Over the spot of it’s going…….
“A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant…… over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east.”
John Steinbeck
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a special burn……….
“Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better.”~Henry Rollins
the anthem of eternity……
Behold, I have reached the peak of the mountain and my spirit has taken flight in the heavens of freedom and liberation. I have gone far, far away, O children of my mother; the hills beyond the mists are now hidden from my view, the last traces of the valleys have been flooded by the ocean of serenity, and the paths and trails have been erased by the hand of oblivion. The roar of ocean waves has faded. I no longer hear anything but the anthem of eternity, which harmonizes with the spirit.
We searchers…..
“I am one of the searchers. There are, I believe, millions of us. We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content. We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret. We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand. We like to walk along the beach, we are drawn by the ocean, taken by its power, its unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty. We like forests and mountains,, deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely cities as well. Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter. To share our sadness with one we love is perhaps as great a joy as we can know – unless it be to share our laughter.
We searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything beautiful it can provide. Most of all we love and want to be loved. We want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wandering, nor prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls; that will take us for what little we have to give. We do not want to prove ourselves to another or compete for love.
For wanderers, dreamers, and lovers, for lonely men and women who dare to ask of life everything good and beautiful. It is for those who are too gentle to live among wolves.”
― James Kavanaugh, There Are Men Too Gentle to Live Among Wolves
