Archive for beauty

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all!

Posted in Photography 2 with tags , , , , , , , , , , on December 25, 2014 by allisonlabine
Experience the joy of Christmas through the eyes of a child…then immerse yourself in the peace and inner fire found in nature.
“See how nature – trees, flowers, grass – grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence…We need silence to be able to touch souls.” – Mother Teresa
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Images © Allison LaBine

Into the Universe

Posted in Photography with tags , , , , , , , , , , on December 16, 2014 by allisonlabine
“The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.” – John Muir
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Suffused with Light

Posted in Photography with tags , , , , , , , , on December 16, 2014 by allisonlabine

“Earth and sky, woods and fields, lakes and rivers, the mountain and the sea, are excellent schoolmasters, and teach some of us more than we can ever learn from books.” – John Lubbock

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Image © Allison LaBine

Under a Cerulean Sky

Posted in Inspiration with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 12, 2014 by allisonlabine

Braided gold
Flows through liquid hands
Summoning the world to
Rise.

Rumbling,
Nourishing,
Whispering…
Rivers carve
Mountains
Under a
Cerulean sky.

Crisp air,
Deep,
Deeper
Breaths.
Absorb. Inhale…
This
Sacred
Space.

Sweeping
Sentinels
Through the
Ages
Stretch, giving
Birth
To Nature’s
Luminous faces.

-Allison LaBine

Image: © Mac Stone

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Imagination

Posted in Inspiration with tags , , , , , , , , on October 6, 2014 by allisonlabine

“Imagination encircles the world.” – Albert Einstein

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Image: Joyce Tenneson

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Image: Joyce Tenneson

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Flying with Butterflies

Posted in Inspiration with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 2, 2014 by allisonlabine

I watched you race across the field
Flying with the butterflies…
Wonder Alight
In Your Eyes and
Eternal Sunshine in Your Smile.
And
My heart opened and my
Soul Sang:

You are
Life.
You are Love, child of this Earth.

Then you took my hand,
Your Laughter Riding on the Wind–
And you Soared;

In Innocence,
In Wonder,
In a Soul Set Free…

Words and Photos: Allison LaBine

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Poetry of the Earth

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on September 29, 2014 by allisonlabine

The poetry of Earth inside a petal
the beauty of motion inside a breeze…

“…the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.” – Kahlil Gibran

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Gratitude 365

Posted in Thoughts with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 23, 2012 by allisonlabine
I’m thankful everyday for the people that make my life meaningful, for beauty in all forms on this Earth, for inspiration, for compassion, for smiles that come from the soul, for the opportunity to always learn and grow, for touch, for sight, for hearing, for smell, for taste, for shelter, for clothes, for food, for water, and for a measure of inner peace. – Allison LaBine
Photo by: Colleen Pinski, Solar Eclipse

Beauty of your dreams

Posted in Shared Inspiration with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 27, 2012 by allisonlabine

 

“The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.” – Eleanor Roosevelt

Artwork by Ashton Howard. http://www.ashtonhoward.com

 

A Call From Home

Posted in Inspiration with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 16, 2012 by allisonlabine

One of the first words I ever spoke was “ocean.” I pronounced it oonda then, and I’d often ask my parents to take me to see the big oonda. As an adult, the first thing I do when I travel to another country is search for water – a coastline, if possible. Standing on quiet Brazilian sands years ago, I realized that even though I was thousands of miles away from my home in Florida, I was home.

The world of language barriers fell away, and I was left with the primal pull of a force so deeply ingrained in me, I knew it before my own name. Sometimes, the quiet is louder than any sound. The sea spoke softly that night, allowing the moon to weave silver in her midnight skin. I knelt down, listening to her gentle murmurs – to the faint music she played across the shore. She whispered of secrets long forgotten…of dreams hidden inside her depths.

The salt water ran cool and gentle over my hand till there was no longer a distinction between the two – till the sea became my own skin. Without a single word, she reminded me that before I ever took my first steps on land, I lived for nine months in the water – that all life on earth descended from her. In the dark calm of a foreign land, I was called back home.

If we listen closely, she calls to us all.

-Allison LaBine
http://www.motherocean.org

Photo by Allison LaBine