old myths, old gods, old heroes have never died. they are only sleeping at the bottom of our mind, waiting for our call. we have need for them. they represent the wisdom of our race. (s. kunitz)
the waves echo behind me. patience — faith — openness, is what the sea has to teach. simplicity — solitude — intermittency . . . but there are other beaches to explore. there are more shells to find. this is only a beginning. (a.m. lindbergh)
it’s time. tomorrow, i will be heading east, until i reach the shore. goodbye to deadlines and proposals, commutes and traffic, meetings and conference calls. hello to laughter and sandy beaches, late nights and bike rides, boardwalks and seagulls. every year, i return to the shore, along with my family, to relax and recharge, to [...]
let the rain kiss you. let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. let the rain sing you a lullaby. (l. hughes)
no one can see their reflection in running water. it is only in still water that we can see. (taoist proverb)
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