Often I have found myself gazing up at clouds – yesterday’s seas and tomorrow’s streams – to think of them as floating on an ultraviolet sea, beyond which is the infinity of space that presents so much wonder and so many questions.
~ Fennel Hudson
Having a fishing rod in your hand is merely an excuse to explore out-of-sight depths and reveal mysteries that previously only existed in dreams.
It’s the wonderment of water that makes it so appealing: thoughts of what’s beneath the surface, or out there beyond a watery horizon.
Having a ‘taste for life’ is about knowing its various flavours and awaiting the next meal.
Some will say that searching for your dreams is like looking for unicorns in an emerald forest.
Be oblivious to city high-rises, work-related stress and microwave popcorn.
You can escape completely, seeking an alternative life, or you can play the game and go absent without leave. How you do it is up to you.
There is a difference between ‘off-limits’ and those places you can visit without getting caught.
I’ve made it my mission to discover that which is off the beaten track. Somewhere in the undergrowth of the impossible.
I’ll be off exploring, searching for those out-of-bounds places where dreams exist.
Breathe deeply, focus your thoughts, and say out loud, “The quest begins here.
To sit on the stile would be to continue a familiar existence. To cross the stile would be to begin something new.
My tent doesn’t look like much but, as an estate agent might say, “It is air-conditioned and has exceptional location.
Life in the wild, as I’m observing, is about survival as much as pleasure.
The promise of adventure is often more exciting than the adventure itself.
To see more than a reflection requires us to filter what we see, to view the world with honest eyes.
Choice and perception are closely linked. They are unique, personal and emotional.
Wear your heart on your sleeve. Write about what you think and feel. And share it with your friends.
Michelin Star? I’d rather chew a French rubber tyre.
Yearn for the opposite, to buck the trend, to be different.
Be individual, break free from the flock to avoid the predictable midsummer haircut.
There comes a time when you just have to say, “No!” – to the requests and to the system.
Choice is the mortar that binds together the things that make us who we are.
Disconnect from society’s pressure to conform. Do things your own way.
Freedom within is embodied in things as well as people. Like coins tossed into a wishing well, they contain our hopes and dreams.
Rural and traditional escapism. That’s my angle. Places and events where we are free to relax and be ourselves, where nobody tells us to hurry along or conform or grow up. Somewhere we can properly live.
Don’t lose yourself in the fog of normality.
Playing safe, hiding among the masses, will rarely get you noticed.
It’s better to be individual than a clone of someone else.
The things we place greatest value upon are prioritised by their context in our lives.
Live humbly and for the moment.
Leaps of faith tend to favour those with long legs.
Old buildings whisper to us in the creaking of floorboards and rattling of windowpanes.
It’s not always best to know what’s going on beneath the surface.
Think about it: send SLASH receive. Email is the frenzied killer of proper communication.
Creative people need strong encouragement.
Nature or nurture? A talent needs both.
Everything from the humble woodlouse to specks of dust moving through a ray of sunlight. Each tells a story.
Confront the page that taunts you with its whiteness. Face your enemy and fill it with words. You are bigger and stronger than a piece of paper.
Writing ink is the magic that allows nothing to become something. It catches the fleeting idea and seeks out the glances of those who wish to see. Even a random ink splat will mean something to someone.
