There's a Bleu/Gris horizon out there today...
pensive...
"If we don't offer ourselves to the unknown, our senses dull. Our world becomes small and we lose our sense of wonder. Our eyes don't lift to the horizon; our ears don't hear the sounds around us. The edge is off our experience, and we pass our days in a routine that is both comfortable and limiting. We wake up one day and find that we have lost our dreams in order to protect our days."
pensive...
"If we don't offer ourselves to the unknown, our senses dull. Our world becomes small and we lose our sense of wonder. Our eyes don't lift to the horizon; our ears don't hear the sounds around us. The edge is off our experience, and we pass our days in a routine that is both comfortable and limiting. We wake up one day and find that we have lost our dreams in order to protect our days."
– Kent Nerburn
Letters to my Son
Text found at Whisky River ...
Photo: Fishing nets at dusk, Port Joinville, L'Ile d'Yeu
Today is for quiet reading then boisterous baking with the messmonsters.
How can I inspire them?
By shaking off my routine?
Trust
Trust
Yes - I shall not bake.
I shall hand them the recipe book (in English none the less)
and let them discover for themselves, while I blog.
The unknown need not involve leaving the house...
