Archive for ocean

Tiger’s heart

Posted in Photography with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 10, 2012 by allisonlabine

 

“. . . these are the times of dreamy quietude, when beholding the tranquil beauty and brilliancy of the ocean’s skin, one forgets the tiger heart that pants beneath it…” – Herman Melville

 


Photo by Allison LaBine; Greenport, Long Island

Memorial Day: Gratitude

Posted in Shared Inspiration with tags , , , , , , , , , on May 28, 2012 by allisonlabine

 

You are home, and you are free.

 

 

Thank you to all the brave soldiers who have ever fought and died for our freedom. May our servicemen only ever be called upon when it’s absolutely necessary.

Photo by Mac Stone
http://www.macstonephoto.com

Inner walls

Posted in Thoughts with tags , , , , , , , , , on May 8, 2012 by allisonlabine

It takes a great force of love to take down walls built from a great deal of pain – and – an open receptiveness to that force.

-Allison LaBine

Photo by Allison LaBine; Florida

Endless summers

Posted in Photography with tags , , , , , , , , , on April 29, 2012 by allisonlabine

 

‎”Palm trees, ocean breeze, salty air, sun kissed hair. That endless summer, take me there.” – unknown

 

Photo by Allison LaBine; Florida

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

The Sea

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on April 2, 2012 by allisonlabine

Can you hear the sound of the sea,
Taste the scent,
Feel the power, that’s
Lured men to her shore, then
Beckoned him beyond.
Into a world as unknown above
As it is below.
Inside the deepest, darkest, bluest depths.

-Allison LaBine

 

Visit Mother Ocean’s new website at http://www.motherocean.org

 

Photo by Allison LaBine; Florida

The unknown

Posted in Photography with tags , , , , , , on March 16, 2012 by allisonlabine

“Man cannot discover new oceans unless he has the courage to lose sight of the shore.” – Andre Gide

Image by Allison LaBine; Alaska

A Lifetime in a Moment

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on March 9, 2012 by allisonlabine

Loose rock slips.
I climb higher,
Almost there.

Her voice rushes over me,
Urging me closer.
Her scent, her
Primeval perfume
Pulls with the
Force of life and death.
I can’t resist.

My fingers sink into earth;
She grabs my hair
With wild hands.

Almost…

I lift my face
To the sun, and
The whole world unfolds –

Blue as far as
The eye can see.
Salt weaving
Inside my soul.

White whispers
So smooth,
So soft,
So utterly devouring.

I close my eyes and breathe in
Deeply.
And in that moment,
Live for a lifetime.

-Allison LaBine

 

Image of me by Ticiana Hugentobler; Brazil

You Make a Difference

Posted in Inspiration with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 9, 2012 by allisonlabine

You make a difference every single day in the lives of those you love.
You make a difference to someone every time you smile.
You make a difference when you see the world with your heart.
You make a difference when you realize that
No matter how small, everything you do matters to someone.

-Allison LaBine

Reflections of Freedom

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 30, 2012 by allisonlabine

Waves beat at the concrete cage,
Hissing –
You are my prisoner,
Through each age.

A seagull swooped down and called,
You have no voice.
You are frozen to this spot white tower;
In what world did you have a choice?

Fog choked.  Ice cracked.
The sun’s flames
Ceaselessly scorched.
Ships passed and
Sailors turned,
Even the moon’s silhouette burned.

Still,
The tower stood,
Separate and alone;
A thousand days
Blurring into one long night,
Silence –
Echoing in hollow bone.

Hear me,
Hear my voice,
Tell me I am not alone.
My ache was a whisper,
Before a hushed cry,
Now – a raging, burning tome.

Alone?
You are nothing but alone,
The wind screeched and moaned.

You will not speak,
Hold your tongue,
Your empty
Words, I steal.
They will stay down
Deep inside
Buried,
Quiet and unreal.

And now no more,
Your heart has slowed,
Your faint call falls on
Deaf ears.
Close your eyes,
And go to sleep,
You are not needed here.

But something heard,
Something felt,
The wake of life above.
And reached out,
Reached up,
With sweeping arms of hope.

The gull envies you for the
Heights you have climbed;
The wind and waves for your
Strength.
But your cage –
The one you have always known
Has been no one’s, but your own.

Bars built from your fear, and
Darkness reaching from your past,
Take down those walls, and
Dream –

You will be free at last.

-Allison LaBine

Photograph by Allison LaBine; Burano, Italy