Image © Tim Laman“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
Image © Allison LaBine
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
“Imagination encircles the world.” – Albert Einstein
Image: Joyce Tenneson
Image: Joyce Tenneson
Image: Vincent Munier
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
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
Images: Unknown
Japanese Wisteria
“The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.” – Eleanor Roosevelt
Artwork by Ashton Howard. http://www.ashtonhoward.com
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
