​CLAIRE ​​MESNIL 

"And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul." (John Muir)

Deep in their roots, all trees keep the light. "And into the forest I go to lose my mind and find my soul." (John Muir)

"The tragedy of life doesn't lie in not reaching your goal. The tragedy lies in having no goal to reach. It isn't a calamity to die with ...

In the end all we have left are memories Bits and pieces of time we've spent together. No matter how long that time was it'll never seem ...

Friends are like walls, Sometimes you lean on them And sometimes it's good just Knowing they're there Freunde sind wie Mauern, Manchmal s...

Those we love don't go away They walk beside us every day, Unseen, unheard, but always near, Still loved, still missed and very dear. (Fr...

Study for the series project "Sisterhood". Sister at heart. She is your mirror, shining back at you with a world of possibilities. She is...

On earth there is no heaven, but there are pieces of it. -Jules Renard- We are blessed on this planet with small glimpses of the divine....

Eines Tages werde ich wieder durch Felder gehen und mein Herz wird leicht sein wie ein Vogel. Ich habe ein Haus jenseits von Traurigkeit ...

(scroll for english version) Es gibt diese Zwielicht-Stunde, wenn gegen Ende des Tages die Schatten lang werden und in der letzten Sonne ...

As long as you're with me I will be cherishing every moment Under the wide sky and above the lush green land Beneath the silent hills and...

Der Nebel hebt sich. There is something to be said for sitting still and letting things come clear, the way morning fog burns off the lak...

(scroll for English version) Schon als Kind fand ich Nebel einfach wundervoll. Er machte alles geheimnisvoller, unwirklicher, märchenhaft...

Früher habe ich immer gerne geplant. Etwas zu planen und zu organisieren hat mir das Gefühl gegeben, die Dinge im Griff zu haben. In mein...

May my heart be the softest place you fall may this love be the wildest place you run

Rivers belong where they can ramble Eagles belong where they can fly I've got to be where my spirit can run free Got to find my corner of...

In der Stille das Gras wachsen hören In the Silence hear the grass grow Stefan Wolfschütz

Hoffnung bedeutet den Wunsch zu haben, dass irgendwann alles gut sein wird. Hoffnung gibt es für so viele unzählige Dinge, wie es Wünsch...

In meiner idealen Welt habe ich ein Haus am Meer. Das Rauschen der Wellen ist das erste was ich morgens höre und das letzte vom Tag wenn ...

"It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is fu...