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Mas de la Beaume (via eclectic gipsyland)
Posted on March 27, 2010 via Welcome to Sweet Home Style with 612 notes
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(via mystic-lady)
Posted on March 22, 2010 via mчşтîc lađy with 86 notes
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Traveling provides occasions for shaking oneself up but not, as people believe, freedom. Indeed it involves a kind of reduction: deprived of one’s usual setting, the customary routine stripped away like to much wrapping paper, the traveler finds himself reduced to more modest proportion – but also more open to curiosity, to intuition, to love at first sight.
Nicolas Bouvier, The Way of the World (via invisiblestories) (via crashinglybeautiful) (via eachdayaflower)Posted on March 10, 2010 via Invisible Stories with 50 notes
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How hard it is to escape from places. However carefully one goes they hold you—you leave little bits of yourself fluttering on the fences…little rags and shreds of your very life…
Katherine Mansfield (via awritersruminations) (via booklover)Posted on March 10, 2010 via A Writer's Ruminations with 95 notes
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(via smellslikesunshine)
Posted on February 26, 2010 via white noise with 44 notes
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tatianam: chos: makelovelikemagic: (via willowing)
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There is a third dimension to traveling, the longing for what is beyond.
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“He who is outside his door has the hardest part of his journey behind him.” - Dutch Proverb
Posted on January 13, 2010 via Uncertain Times with 28 notes
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We are all inventors, each sailing out on a voyage of discovery, guided each by a private chart, of which there is no duplicate. The world is all gates, all opportunities.
Ralph Waldo Emerson (via flutterby3)Posted on January 8, 2010 via Flutterby's Menagerie with 26 notes
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Gypsy boy and dog, circa 1920, England.
From the Museum of English Rural Life
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When I went home there were many people who had never left who told me that with a bit of imagination and concentration they traveled just as well, without lifting their backsides off their chairs. I quite believed them. They were strong people: I’m not. I need that physical displacement, which for me is pure bliss. Moreover, happily, the world reaches out to the weak and supports them. When the world - as on some evenings on the Macedonian road - is made up of the moon on the left hand, the silvery waves of the Morava on the right, and the prospect of looking for a village over the horizon in which to spend the next three weeks, then I would be sorry to dispense with it.
Nicholas Bouvier, The Way of the World (via invisiblestories)Posted on January 5, 2010 via Invisible Stories with 3 notes
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Posted on January 5, 2010 via Aria Nadii with 1,186 notes
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Painter, illustrator, maker of clocks & teller of tales, who travelled in a house on wheels to the edge of Dartmoor and now sits there amongst books and paint finding beauty in otherness..
This will be a sketchbook of ideas, visuals to inspire, and snippets from my own journey.
http://intothehermitage.blogspot.com
