“There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find how you yourself have altered.” – Nelson Mandela
It’s felt different each of the three times I’ve been back—but it always feels like home. Everything bathed in a warm, golden light. Lone trees on the horizon. And the skies. Oh, the skies . . .
“Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you. You must travel it by yourself. It is not far. It is within reach. Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know. Perhaps it is everywhere – on water and land. ” Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
“You know you are truly alive when you’re living among lions.” – Karen Blixen
“There is language going on out there—the language of the wild. Roars, snorts, trumpets, squeals, whoops, and chirps all have meaning derived over eons of expression. We have yet to become fluent in the language—and music—of the wild.”- Boyd Norton
“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right doing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.” – Rumi
“To see ten thousand animals untamed and not branded with the symbols of human commerce is like scaling an unconquered mountain for the first time, or like finding a forest without roads or footpaths, or the blemish of an axe. You know then what you had always been told — that the world once lived and grew without adding machines and newsprint and brick-walled streets and the tyranny of clocks.” – Beryl Markham
“Keep your face to the sun and you will never see the shadows.” – Helen Keller