Archive for life

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

 

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Vision of your life

Posted in Photography with tags , , , , , , , , , on June 25, 2012 by allisonlabine

 

“The vision that you glorify in your mind, the ideal that you enthrone in your heart, this you will build your life by, and this you will become.” – James Allen

Photo by Allison LaBine

Fire of life

Posted in Inspiration with tags , , , , , , , , , , on May 14, 2012 by allisonlabine

 

“Life is no brief candle to me. It is a sort of splendid torch which I have got a hold of for the moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations.”  – George Bernard Shaw

 

Photo by Allison LaBine; Italy

 

 

 

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

Welcome

Posted in Welcome with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on January 6, 2012 by allisonlabine

I think.
I feel.
I write from a soul that burns without end.
I am an actor of many parts;
This screen, my stage.
With a thousand different voices
Calling – one is meant for you.
A voice that cries,
You do more than exist; you live.
You think.
You feel.
You have no limits.
There is no end.

– Allison LaBine

Image by Allison LaBine