16 July 2012

until the wind was a whisper....



"But way off alone, out by himself beyond boat and shore, 
Jonathan Livingston Seagull was practicing. 
A hundred feet in the sky he lowered his webbed feet,
lifted his beak, 
and strained to hold a painful hard twisting curve through his wings.
 The curve meant that he would fly slowly, 
and now he slowed until the wind was a whisper in his face,
 until the ocean stood still beneath him. 
He narrowed his eyes in fierce concentration, 
held his breath, 
forced one.. single... more... 
inch...of...curve..." 

Excerpt.. Jonathan Livingston Seagull 
by Richard Bach... here


and the ocean stood still...



Photographs~today
 a view from a porch,
 on a quiet bay in Massachusetts
:)




12 comments:

  1. Jeanne,

    The adventure has begun! I hope your last days in London were not too hectic...but if there were I hope there was a little peace and enjoyment.

    I hope you are having a wonderful holiday in Massachusetts, I love your images above!

    Enjoy our time with your family and friends until the next adventure begins!

    Take care dear friend, Elizabeth

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  2. Congratulations on making it this far! I hope the last few days haven't been too difficult. I hope you enjoy your time in Massachusetts.

    Best wishes, Jeannette

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  3. Dear Jeanne I was just thinking of you this morning and wondering how you are, so you can imagine my delight in finding this. Yes, the peace in these photos must be quite a balm to your senses. I am hoping that it all went as smoothly as can be expected and that you will have time to breathe a bit. I don't think that I quite understood--how long will you stay in Massachusetts?

    I know that you have better things to do than surf the net where you are (!) but I do think you would appreciate my post that is up about an adventure we had in Botswana. Still sending love and strength for this transition time...
    xo,
    H.

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  4. Oh Jeanne. What a delightful change in pace for you. Lap it up, my friend. J x

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  5. Beach House

    Instead of the roar of motor cars,
    the rhythmic pulse of the sea.
    Instead of the radio’s traffic report,
    the calls of honey-eaters and seagulls.
    Instead of a snatched breakfast,
    leisurely coffee and rolls in the sunshine.
    Instead of the prospect of another day
    focused on a computer screen,
    the anticipation of a walk along the beach
    and plunging in the surf.
    Instead of prayer on the run,
    a day relaxed with gratitude and praise.
    x Anne

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  6. Jeanne, How lovely and peaceful. I am thinking of you as the days pass. Bonnie

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  7. I had forgotten the beauty of the words in JLS.

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  8. You are getting ready to fly, aren't you?

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  9. I think I want to go to Massachusetts. It's beautiful and I will love it even more if there are lots of gulls :)

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  10. Hello Jeanne

    Even the seagull is aware of the Fibonacci curve.

    So glad you are at the land of your birth and enjoying life at the cottage.

    Helenxx

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  11. Gorgeous images and perfect choice from a great story

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