Alex Witcombe’s creation from Campbell River’s beaches.
“Always remember, it’s simply not an adventure worth telling if there aren’t any Dragons.” Sarah Ban Breathnach
Alex Witcombe’s creation from Campbell River’s beaches.
“Always remember, it’s simply not an adventure worth telling if there aren’t any Dragons.” Sarah Ban Breathnach
“Until the longing came again, like the longing that you hear in the whistle of a train that is going far away. But the longing isn’t really in the whistle, the longing is in you—for the wonder and the loveliness that is in the world, and everywhere.” Meindert DeJong
“We always have another chance to navigate, perhaps in a slightly different way than we did yesterday. We cannot go back. But we can learn.” Jeffrey Anderson
“Watching a coastline as it slips by, is like thinking about an enigma. There it is before you, smiling, frowning, inviting, grand, mean, insipid, or savage, and always mute with an air of whispering, “Come and find out”.” Joseph Conrad
“It’s not a bad lesson to learn in the bleaker months: how you view a storm is a question of perspective; provided you find the right rock to watch it from, it could be the most incredible thing you’ll ever witness.” Dan Stevens
“When anxious, uneasy and bad thoughts come, I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with its great wide sounds, cleanses me with its noise, and imposes a rhythm upon everything in me that is wonderfully bewildered and confused”. Rainer Maria Rilke
“Life is filled with unanswered questions, but it is the courage to seek those answers that continues to give meaning to life. You can spend your life wallowing in despair, wondering why you were the one who was led towards the road strewn with pain, or you can be grateful that you are strong enough to survive it.” J.D. Stroube
“Politics can be messy.
Democracy may have its flaws.
Freedom is not free.
Many have paid for this with their lives.
Yet it is better for all than what has been before…”. Winston Churchill
“All we have of freedom, all we use or know.
This our fathers bought for us.
Long and long ago…”. Rudyard Kipling