To the waters and the wild
theemeralddream:

The blue forest by CassiopeiaArt

kriptodepresija:

I sat staring, staring, staring - half lost, learning a new language or rather the same language in a different dialect. So still were the big woods where I sat, sound might not yet have been born.

Emily Carr

kriptodepresija:

The forests are very old. The forests are older than man. They have seen the gods die. And man is naked in a forest of dust, dry leaves and roads covered with leaves and dust.

Paul Celan

kriptodepresija:

We have forgotten what rocks, plants and animals still know. We have forgotten how to be.

Eckhart Tolle

kriptodepresija:

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Roert Frost


Fursy Teyssier

Fursy Teyssier

bruxa-de-cereja:

Earth, Wind, Fire and Water.

bruxa-de-cereja:

Earth, Wind, Fire and Water.


fairyflutters:

~A Swan and a Princess

fairyflutters:

~A Swan and a Princess

meorzo:

Here comes one of my favourite parts of the year - August and September. Fully bloomed all around and it’s almost time to harvest… I spend lots of time in the woods and travelling those months, but never forget to get together my friends here, in my little cabin in the woods.

She is ideas, feelings, urges, and memory. She has been lost and half forgotten for a long, long time. She is the source, the light, the night, the dark, and daybreak. She is the smell of good mud and the back leg of a fox. The birds which tell us secrets belong to her. She is the voice that says, ‘This way, this way.’
Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Women Who Run With the Wolves  (via womanspleasure)