|A Cottage by the Sea||
So I went to Galloway and walked for ten days, on the high windswept hills, seeking that release of expressive imagination that Wordsworth calls the ‘bliss of solitude’. It was rough and wild and silent and beautiful—and there are few physical sensations as profoundly pleasing as the tiredness at the end of a long day’s walk.
Overlooking Portree, Skye
Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things – air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky – all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.
Broadford Bay, Skye
The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.
Taken from my cottage-by-the-sea last winter.
There is an immense ocean over which the mind can sail, upon which the vessel of thought has not yet been launched…There is so much beyond all that has every yet been imagined.
Summer afternoon - summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.
It is good to have an end to journey towards: but it is the journey that matters in the end.
Ursula K. Le Guin
When I only begin to read, I forget I'm on this world. It lifts me on wings with high thoughts.