hungry for adventure :: printable poster

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Hello friends, 

here is one of my latest photos which I took on a recent work trip. Although the train was moving, the sun was so gorgeous and as soon as we have passed this amazing inviting beach, I could not resist.

You can use it as a screensaver or simply print it and add it to your inspiration board!

I hope you enjoy it and get inspired for something new and wonderful!

Love,
Pippa

as strange as you

I used to think I was the strangest person in the world, 

but then I thought 

there are so many people in the world, 

there must be someone just like me

 who feels bizarre and flawed 

in the same ways I do. 

I would imagine her 

and imagine that she must be out there 

thinking of me too. 

Well, I hope you are out there 

and read this and know that, 

yes, it’s true 

I’m here, 

and I’m just as strange 

as you. 

:: words:: frida kahlo

:: image :: hospital for souls

crossing the sea

#30dayjournal

Would you take a leap of faith into the unknown?
How often in your path are you faced with such decisions?
As some of us are faced with such challenges more than often, what makes us jump?

It is true that staying ashore, in the comfort of what we know, it builds our roots, our sense of security; the unknown however, just outside the boundaries of our safety zone, will involve some courage, and whichever the result with it comes experience, builds character, knowledge, self-development and awareness... it predicts growth.

It is also true that sometimes all you need is just to stand there, staring at those waves, taking in the immensity of the ocean against the horizon line just there, to make us feel whole. 

Sometimes all you need is just to breathe.
Stand, breathe and just be in the company of 'you'.

If you are to leave solid ground and cross the sea, then make sure you give it your all.

Nothing is worth if you only give half of your heart, half of your soul, half your body... after all, lukewarm water does not make tea, does it?!

Some seas are harder to cross than others.
Even though they are all fearful unknowns, some are terribly and horribly harder to face.

Love is one of them. You would not think so... but it is! 

Love is to risk, to risk it all. Therefore, to cross that sea wholeheartedly and with intention takes bravery.

You have to break down the waves (your walls, no matter how high and deep), expose your soul, become vulnerable, trust your insticts, and harder even...trust the Universe. 

You have to remember, half-hearted-half-souled is not an option.

Love is bravey.
Only the brave can reach it, it is the ultimate reward for exposing your vulnerabilities.

And so exposed, you are in touch with your truer self, with your essence (away from chains and covers), you are now truly following and listening to the language of your heart... in touch with the 'wild' in you.

If it was not to take a good amount of courage and bravery then we all would easily 'cross' this sea. You need to be brave, you need to be wild. Keep that in mind!

:: image source :: all images by me from Praia da Areia Branca, Portugal 

wild winds

she brought out the storm in people,
because she knew wherever there were dark skies and wild winds,
lied a truth.

a truth that described
how much love one can leave behind
the moment they accept all the pain they have lived.

and that is all she ever wanted.
for everyone around her to embrace their storms
and make them fall in love
with their own violent winds.

:: image :: source unknown
:: text :: r. m. drake 

leave your worries to the sea

leave your worries by the shore line

and run your bare feet through the sand

let the water be a soft bed

when you cannot bear to stand

make friends with flying seagulls

and hold the sun up on your palm

before you duck beneath the water

where the world is mute and calm

tell the fish all of your problems

as they all come swimming past

when your lungs are close to bursting

swim above the waves and gasp

let the water hold your sadness

and wash it right out to the sea

so like a message in a bottle

all your worries are set free

and the sea might make you feel alone

but the world has troubles too

for how else do you suppose

that the ocean got so blue?

:: text source :: unknown 

:: image source :: iceland by andrew gallo 

my own soul

'Never have I dealt with
anything more difficult
than my own soul.'



:: text :: unknown
:: image source :: photo by nottotrust on flickr

this is for me

This is for me

This is for the breaths I have yet to take,
for the memories I have yet to unfold,
for dreams I have yet to discover.

This for the struggles I faced in the past,
to which I will part ways with comradeship,
for they gave bruises to my knees and made me realise
that falling down does not mean it's the end.

This is for my passions and strength,
seemingly lost beneath the shadows of myself.

This is for the sunshine in my laughter,
the constellations in my eyes,
the flowers beneath my skin,
and the moon in my heart.

This is for me,
This is for who I was,
This is for who I can be,
This is for who I've become,
This is for who I want to be,
not who you want me to be.


:: text :: unknown source, by n.j.
:: image source :: photo by jeroenmylle on flickr

a beautiful mess

'She is

delightfully 

chaotic,

a beautiful mess.

Loving her 

is a splendid

adventure.'

:: image source:: via tumblr
:: text :: steve maraboli

all we need is...

Love is in the air and I am totally in love with the illustrations and hand lettering posters by the young and beautiful Vanessa Kinoshita. Check her website here.

Have a great weekend.

hoping for the best

:: image source ::

There are so many false things in this world,

false people, hopes, words.

We're tired of being let down

by the things that shouldn't  matter,

but do anyway.

Because we are idealists

who wish for things to be true,

though truth is the farthest thing we've known.

And the hoping never ceases,

no matter the disappointments

or the buzzing swarm of lies

that fill our heads with disbelief.

We stay cynically hoping for the best.

Because  that's what it means to be a 

dreamer.

dark moody winter colours

:: image source ::

'If I find in myself

desires which nothing

in this world can satisfy,

the only logical

explanation is that I

was made for another

world.'

c. s. lewis

a star is born

"For a star to be born,
there is one thing that
must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse.

So collapse.
Crumble.
This is not your destruction.

It is your birth."


:: image source :: tumblr
:: text :: n.t.

distortion

"we are here

to laugh

at the odds

and live our lives

so well that

death

will tremble

to take us"

:: image source :: pinterest
:: text ::charles bukowski

light as a feather

"Her touch was as light as a feather's,
She drifted through life as a pocket of air,
Every move that she made went unnoticed,
Nobody acknowledged her presence,
And it wasn't until she had started to leave,
That people would instantly wonder,
Why it became so much harder to breathe."



:: image :: joni niemela
:: text :: e.h.

lost at sea

"I laid my head upon your sleeping chest
and listened to the ocean.
Like a little girl
with her ear pressed against a shell.

I laced my fingers with yours and felt the ache
of a thousand years of wisdom.
Like an old woman 
with her eyes crinkled by time and enlightenment.

I blinked my eyes against the sunlight
that draped itself against your velvet skin.
Like a newborn
reaching self awareness.

I was lost at sea inside your arms
and had never felt so found."


:: text :: ec
:: image :: jill heyer 

it is enough

"Half of me is filled with bursting words 
and half of me is painfully shy.
I crave solitude yet also crave people.
I want to pour life and love into everything 
yet also nurture my self-care and go gently.
I want to live within the rush of primal, intuitive decision, 
yet also wish to sit and contemplate.
This is the messiness of life - that we all carry multitudes, 
so we must sit with the shifts.
We are complicated creatures, and ultimately, 
the balance comes from this understanding.
Be water.
Flowing, flexible and soft.
Subtly powerful and open.
Wild and serene.
Able to accept all changes, yet still led by the pull of steady tides.
It is enough."



:: image source :: natalia drepina
:: text :: victoria erickson

know magic

"We all start out knowing magic. 
We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, & comets inside of us. But then we get the magic educated right out of our souls. 
We get it churched out, spanked out, washed out, and combed out. We get told to be responsible. Told to grow up. 
You know why we were told that? Because the people doing the telling were afraid of our wildness and youth, 
& because the magic we knew made them ashamed & sad of what they'd allowed to wither in themselves.” 


:: image:: via tumblr
:: text ::  Robert McCammon

archipelago of kisses

We live in a modern society. Husbands and wives don't grow on trees, like in the old days. 
So where does one find love? 
When you're sixteen it's easy, 
like being unleashed with a credit card in a department store of kisses. 
There's the first kiss. The sloppy kiss. The peck.
The sympathy kiss. The backseat smooch. The we shouldn't be doing this kiss. The but your lips
taste so good kiss. The bury me in an avalanche of tingles kiss.
The I wish you'd quit smoking kiss.
The I accept your apology, but you make me really mad
sometimes kiss. The I know your tongue like the back of my hand kiss. 
As you get older, kisses become scarce. You'll be driving home and see a damaged kiss on the side of the road, with its purple thumb out. If you were younger, you'd pull over, slide open the mouth's
red door just to see how it fits. 
Oh where does one find love? 
If you rub two glances, you get a smile.
Rub two smiles, you get a warm feeling.
Rub two warm feelings and presto-you have a kiss. 
Now what? Don't invite the kiss over and answer the door in your underwear. It'll get suspicious
and stare at your toes. Don't water the kiss with whiskey. 
It'll turn bright pink and explode into a thousand luscious splinters, 
but in the morning it'll be ashamed and sneak out of your body without saying good-bye, 
and you'll remember that kiss forever by all the little cuts it left on the inside of your mouth. 
You must nurture the kiss. 
Turn out the lights. Notice how it illuminates the room. 
Hold it to your chest and wonder if the sand inside hourglasses comes from a special beach. Place it on the tongue's pillow, then look up the first recorded kiss in an encyclopedia: beneath
a Babylonian olive tree in 1200 B.C.
But one kiss levitates above all the others. 
The intersection of function and desire. The I do kiss.
The I'll love you through a brick wall kiss. 
Even when I'm dead, I'll swim through the Earth, 
like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones. 

:: image :: photo by Nieves Alvarez
:: text :: the archipelago of kisses by Jeffrey McDaniel

fascinated with words

"She was

fascinated with words.

To her, words were

things of beauty, each

like a magical powder

or potion that could be 

combined with other

words to create

powerful spells."

:: image source :: via WeHeartIt
:: text :: by Dean Koontz 

never forget :: robin williams

My favourite quotes (from life and film) by most beloved actor Robin Williams, who so easily made us laugh as he made us cry; with his always poignant performances, a true master of his craft, an inspiration as a person.
May he always illuminate us, and future generations, with his spark. Robin williams quotes

"You know what music is? 

God's little reminder that there's something else besides us in this universe; 

harmonic connection between all living beings, every where, even the stars."

...

"You're only given a little spark of madness. 

You musn't lose it."

...

"Spring 

is nature's way of saying:

 let's party!"

...

"If you need booze or drugs to enjoy your life to the fullest, then you're doing it wrong."

...

"No matter what people tell you, 

words and ideas 

can change the world.”

...

"I used to think the worst thing in life was to end up all alone. 

It's not. The worst thing in life is ending up with people who make you feel all alone."

...

"If women ran the world we wouldn't have wars, just intense negotiations every 28 days."

"I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep."

Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda read by Robin Williams on Patch Adams

"I'd ask you about love...

 you'd probably quote me a sonnet. 

But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. 

Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. 

And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything."

from Good Will Hunting

“You don´t know about real loss, because that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself. I doubt you’ve ever dared to love anybody that much.” 

from Good Will Hunting

"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. 

And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. 

But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for."

Robin Williams as John Keating in Dead Poet's Society

O Captain! My Captain! 

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
The arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

by Walt Whitman read by Robin Williams on "Dead Poet's Society"


:: image source :: google