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517: That Time in Gion
Find renewal daily in the ordinary. Reconcile with the risk of correction. Seek astonishment in the world and by that nectar be thriven. Cleverness yields no such nourishment.
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508: Space
How long you have denied the mind it’s quiet and the skin it’s thrill. The gentle heart, enthralled and contained, the space to replevin and elate.
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434: Patagonia part 10 (asleep)
You are going to need experiences that startle you. Places that stand you astounded and silent, utterly captivated by all the beauty you never knew were possible until you saw it in that moment. Where the skies are a crisp cold blue like you’ve never felt, and below, the quieted souls of this worlds truant […]
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348: Patagonia part 5
We were lucky with the weather, as fine days seemed to follow us mostly everywhere we went. Though it was the middle of Summer, the temperatures were as high as 30 to mid 30’s in Santiago, then dropped to around 4 deg Celsius I think, in Ushuaia. The wind could be quite fierce at times […]
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346: Clashing of aims and atoms
To the mind grateful and content, what is ordinary far exceeds the sensational in radiance and sincerity. The smallest things can catalyse the pivot towards a circuitry of events, a clashing of aims and atoms exciting monumental and irreparable change, flung out across the stars by a mere blink, a breath, and just being.
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299: Entry point
A gentle wind reminds the heart of its wings, and by degrees draws an idle travellers musings again to contemplate the horizon.
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270
Of all the things you could see yourself becoming in life, has never any enthralled you so thoroughly as the idea of being an adventurer. With your all toward yonder fringe of Earth, – sustenance has always been in the going, and it never matters where.
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258: Lovers of truth
Whose curiosity of the world has managed to withstand the training in apathetic contentment, will eventually return the long way home to where wasn’t good enough before, and concluding this is all to be got of travel.
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217: Patagonia part 3 (Amy, somewhere)
Strange it now seems that it bothered me how she would always dawdle behind while there was so much to see, and I’d never notice at the time that she was happy enough just watching me. Heading toward wherever I was, to end a searching in my arms that were never open. I recall with […]