“Love is the only flower that grows and blossoms without the aid of the seasons”
― Kahlil Gibran
…not fishing but leaving today on a short trip this weekend. So the blog will be mostly on autopilot.
“And if travel is like love, it is, in the end, mostly because it’s a heightened state of awareness,
in which we are mindful, receptive, in dimmed by familiarity and ready to be transformed.
That is why the best trips, like the best love affairs, never really end.” ― Pico Iyer
“Hope lies in dreams, in imagination, and in the courage
of those who dare to make dreams into reality.” — Jonas Salk
Dreamt by a Man in a Field
Frank Stanford
I am thinking of the dead
Who are still with us.
They are not like us, they are
Young and beautiful,
On their way in the rain
To meet their lovers.
On their way with their dark umbrellas,
Always laughing, so quick,
Like limbs flying back
In a boat before night,
So constant,
Like the glass floats
The fisherman use in Japan.
But for them there is no moon,
For us the same news
We do not receive.
“Every so often, I like to go to the window, look up, and smile for a satellite picture.”- Stephen Wright
Spend time with wine by a stream,
And let sorrows away stream.
My life, like a rose, is but few days;
Youthful and joyous live this dream.
Hafez Shirazi
Maverick Mist 