All she wanted was to find a place to stretch her bones.
A place to lengthen her smiles and spread her hair.
A place where her legs could walk without cutting and bruising.
A place unchained.
She was born out of ocean breath.
I remind her;
‘Stop pouring so much of yourself into the hearts that have no room for themselves.
Do not thin yourself.
You do not bring the ocean to a river.’
~ Tapiwa Mugabe
I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move ~ Robert Louis Stevenson
Nature uses only the longest threads to weave her patterns, so that each small piece of her fabric reveals the organization of the entire tapestry ~ Richard P. Feynman
The three great elemental sounds of nature are the sound of rain, the sound of wind in a primeval wood and the sound of outer ocean on a beach ~ Henry Beston