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Back to the hunting lodge

The Bunting Family Lodge, Assateague Island National Seashore.

I thought about how many elements it took to create the simplest of things – a pink sky an unusually perfect day, a happy family, a deep friendship, a moment of pure delight. I wondered, too, what it took to undo these things. It seemed to me that undoing something was far easier than creating it.

~ Aditi Khorana, The Library of Fates 

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The journey itself

On the road (somewhere in Pennsylvania).

Real traveling is not about visiting places but ‘re-visiting’ our inner-self.

~ Sorrab Singha

All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware.

~ Martin Buber

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A meander on Tuesday

Baby loblollies rising up above the periwinkles.  (Or maybe they are spindly spaceships floating among a sea of blue stars.)

Sometimes the soul takes pictures of things it has wished for, but never seen.

~ Anne Sexton

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Weathering the storms

Resting.  (Assateague Island, Maryland)

I trust the mystery. I trust what comes in silence and what comes in nature where there’s no diversion. I think the lack of stimulation allows us to hear and experience a deeper river that’s constant, still, vibrant, and real. And the process of deep listening with attention and intention catalyzes and mobilizes exactly what’s needed at that time.

~  Ángeles Arrien

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