Perhaps he even needs to have been a critic and a sceptic and a dogmatist and an historian, and in addition a poet and collector and traveller and puzzle-solver and moralist and seer and ‘free spirit’ and nearly all things, so that he can traverse the range of human values and value-feelings and be able to look with many kinds of eyes and consciences from the heights into every distance, from the depths into every height, from the corners into every wide expanse.
She was a gypsy, as soon as you unravelled the many layers to her wild spirit she was on her next quest to discover her magic. She was relentless like that, the woman didn’t need no body but an open road, a pen and a couple of sunsets.
Let your feet Take you places, let them remind you of the beauty your eyes can’t see.
Often I didn’t think I was cut out for the way the world is, being born into a common culture and system I would never choose for myself.
Skateboarding has taught me two things – that symbolise a meaning of life.
How to keep a balance and how to pick yourself up when you’ve fallen.
Listen to this, Nimit. Follow Coleman Hawkins’ improvised lines very carefully. He is using them to tell us something. Pay very close attention. He is telling us the story of the free spirit that is doing everything it can to escape from within him. That same kind of spirit is inside me, inside you. There–you can hear it, I’m sure: the hot breath, the shivering heart. (Thailand)
You are the energy you attract. Whether you are aware of that or not, everything you come up against is teaching you about that part within yourself. Listen carefully, it’s a hint to a better you.
Healing your wounds will hurt, so cry.
Cry your pretty little heart out until you have nothing left to shed, that’s how beauty is grown;
through the darkest of our days we become the light.
You know who you are, he said-
that intimidates boys but oneday a man will come along and value that exact part in you.
– Wise words from my best friend.
Time stood still so she learnt to alter her focus.