 Just imagine becoming the way you used to be as a very young child, before you understood the meaning of any word, before opinions took over your mind. The real you is loving, joyful, and free. The real you is just like a flower, just like the wind, just like the ocean, just like the sun. Don Miguel Ruiz
Surf at Seaton ,Cornwall .
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 I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read in the train. Oscar Wilde
 There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more. Lord Byron
The rugged coatline of Rame Head in Cornwall  When you get into a tight place and everything goes against you, till it seems as though you could not hang on a minute longer, never give up then, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn. Harriet Beecher Stowe .The low tide exposing the rocks at Portwrinkle in Cornwall .
 All architecture is shelter, all great architecture is the design of space that contains, cuddles, exalts, or stimulates the persons in that space. Philip Johnson
On the way to Barcelona Airport to fly to England  I think most of us are raised with preconceived notions of the choices we're supposed to make. We waste so much time making decisions based on someone else's idea of our happiness - what will make you a good citizen or a good wife or daughter or actress. Nobody says, 'Just be happy - go be a cobbler or go live with goats.' Sandra Bullock This beautiful little goat herders pen is made under a cave in the mountains above Cabaces in Catalunia.
 Do not follow where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.
Muriel Strode . Founds these Processionary Moth Caterpillars on the way to new pine trees . Thier hairy bodies are poisonous .  A weed is a plant that has mastered every survival skill except for learning how to grow in rows.
Doug Larson  The month of May was come, when every lusty heart beginneth to blossom, and to bring forth fruit.
Thomas Malory  I like to think of thoughts as living blossoms borne by the human tree.
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