Helen Boyd

Sometimes, on a summer morning, having taken my accustomed bath I sat in my sunny doorway from sunrise till noon rapt in a reverie, amidst the pines and hickories and sumachs in undisturbed solitude and stillness while the birds sing around or flitted noiseless through the house until by the sun falling in at my west window or the noise of some traveller's wagon on the distant highway I was reminded of the lapse of time.

I grew in those seasons, like corn in the night - Henry David Thoreau

Light is easy to love.

Show me your darkness….

– R. Queen

I remember awakening one morning

and finding everything smeared with

the colour of forgotten love

– Charles Bukowski.

The problem with driving around Iceland is that you’re basically confronted by a new soul-enriching, breath-taking, life-affirming natural sight every five goddamn minutes. It’s totally exhausting.

– Stephen Markley, Tales of Iceland.

Maybe I was born with you inside me.

Maybe I have always carried you with me.

Maybe you are all the wild in me….

– Tyler Knott Gregson

How hard it is to escape from places.

However carefully one goes they hold you

you leave little bits of yourself fluttering on the fences

like rags and shreds of your very life.

~Katherine Mansfield

Ne me quitte pas
Il faut oublier
Tout peut s'oublier
Qui s'enfuit déjà
Oublier le temps
Des malentendus
Et le temps perdu
A savoir comment
Oublier ces heures
Qui tuaient parfois
A coups de pourquoi
Le cœur du bonheur
Ne me quitte pas

I’m restless.

Things are calling me away.

My hair is being pulled by the stars again….

-Anais Nin.