The Language of Adventurers

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16 Quotes to Travel By

“Whoever uses the spirit that is in him creatively is an artist. To make living itself an art, that is the goal.” ~ Henry Miller

Leaning against a small window at 36,000 feet, somewhere between times zones, looking out over a world of clouds and scattered light blazing gold-orange-and scarlet, life does feel like a work of art.

Travelers are a unique breed of artist, weaving through the seams of the world, brushing their hands across new places. They find inspiration, the thought-seeds that slowly grow into adventures, in broken bits of conversation, drawings torn from journals, strange sounding names of places scribbled across the backs of old train ticket stubs. And sometimes, often times, in books.

There is something in the beauty of language that sweeps us up and away, that is sometimes able to capture the feeling in our chest as we begin sketching out our next journey, that reminds us of why we live this way and why it makes sense to us…

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Butterfly Playlist

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A handful of songs to stir up the travel bug and inspire wandering in the world.

Climbing up the tiny ladder to the roof of the boat, I found the perfect corner to tuck myself away in, legs hanging over the edge in the wind and sea-spray, hair flying as we picked up speed, the ocean falling away before me in flickering shades of emerald.

I had another one-way ticket to another place I didn’t yet know, and the anticipation fluttered and whipped around in my stomach like the little flags streaming off the back of the boat.

Everything seemed to be before me; everything seemed a possibility…

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In a Scoop of Salt Water

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“The ocean never stops saying and asking into ears, which don’t sleep like eyes. Those who live by the sea examine the driftwood and glass balls that float from foreign ships. They let scores of invisible imps loose out of found bottles. In a scoop of salt water, they revive the dead blobs that have been beached in storms and tides: fins, whiskers, and gills unfold; mouths, eyes, and colors bloom and spread.

“Sometimes ocean people are given to understand the newness and oldness of the world; then all morning they try to keep that boundless joy like a little sun inside their chests. The ocean also makes its people know immensity.”

~ Maxine Hong Kingston