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Dream homes in nature

transylvanialand:Cotswold Lavender by Andrew Lockie on Flickr.

dreaming-of-rain:xxoldchum:Oswald’s Mill - Mill tourysvoice:| ♕ |  Meadow house near Melrose Abbey, Scotland  | by © Sonja Pieper http://www.home-designing.com/2012/02/eero-saarinen%E2%80%99s-%E2%80%9Cmiller-residence%E2%80%9D

dyingofcute:veranda

raben-schwarz:Toriimoto, Kyoto. on We Heart It - http://weheartit.com/entry/65978044frommoon2moon:Kathryn Island

  concocted:by cath ameswanderlusteurope:Hospice du Simplon, Valais, Switzerlandreoccured:Landscape+Architecture blog

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photographyweek:The Old Lifeboat House by William Razzell"I have visited Newquay in the UK several times so when there was a rapidly passing storm in the evening I knew that this spot, overlooking the Fistral headland, would be great for when the clouds began to clear."View more of William’s photography.Image copyright William Razzell and used with permission.__See the world’s most inspirational images every Thursday in Photography Week. Get five free issues today at http://bit.ly/RHzJmN

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The man who makes everything
that leads to happiness depends upon himself,
and not upon other men,
has adopted the very best plan for living happily.
This is the man of moderation,
the man of manly character and of wisdom.

Plato

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The man who makes everything
that leads to happiness depends upon himself,
and not upon other men,
has adopted the very best plan for living happily.
This is the man of moderation,
the man of manly character and of wisdom.

Plato

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Tuscan Adventure

Tuscan adventure, was it all dreamed

Rolling hills played with mist, so it seemed

The people all smiled, full of life’s joys

Children played, both girls and the boys.

Foods of such taste that I’m drooling right now

As we sat and ate outside as nature allowed

Something so peaceful, a calm to the place

Like a painting on canvas trimmed with white lace…

 

The-Masters-of-Nature-3 The-Masters-of-Nature-4 The Masters of Nature Photography : VINCENT MUNIER DANCING CRANES

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Inside the Tagore home

  Inside the Tagore home – The Hindu.

 Excerpt :-

In North Kolkata, big gates lead into Rabindranath Tagore’s ancestral home, Jorasanko. Staircases lead up to wide verandas that skirt rooms with high ceilings, cold black and white marble floors and arched doorways with green louvered shutters. They all overlook a courtyard downstairs. Once, the big rooms were filled with men in their crinkly dhotis and kurtas holding animated discussions and debates on art, literature and politics. In the abarodh or the women’s quarters, mothers, wives, sisters, daughters and daughters-in-law held sway.

Like Tara of Gone with the Wind , or Manderly of Rebecca , Jorasanko drips atmosphere. The great house was packed to the rafters with people, yet there was always loneliness, fear and despair. Within its walls lurked insanity, abuse, infidelity and politics. Aruna Chakravarti gathers all these details and turns out a novel in which she recreates the world of 18th century Bengal, especially the privileged yet cloistered world of women.

Chakravarti’s heroes are the Tagore women. They step into Jorasanko as child brides knowing they will leave it only when they die. Yet, confined as they are, they influence, instigate and shape their famous husbands and each other. As the Tagore men plunge into the heart of the Bengal Renaissance, the women also grapple with the changes. While some of them slide into bewildered despair as the sacrosanct rules of the abarodh shift and slacken, others grab the opportunity to step out of their husbands’ shadows and become women of importance in their own right. But they are no gilded lilies, and Chakravarti describes them warts and all.

Of course, there are the milestone moments of Rabindranath Tagore’s life — his muse and his sister-in-law the melancholic Kadambari; his first composition; his relationship with his father, his struggle with western education; his marriage to Mrinalini…

Jorasanko spans the years between 1859 and 1902 and is a haunting narrative. It speaks of a luxurious lifestyle, but it also raises questions about the status of women, even those married to the Tagores. The Tagore women were complex. The bous or daughters-in-law, whose days were spent between their boudoirs and the kitchens were not above intrigue and politics. Some of them were devious and spiteful. They were also strong-willed and stubborn, like Digambari who refused to accept Western ways, even if her husband flirted with them; Jogmaya who took on the men and split the Tagore family; Jnanadanandini who entered Jorasanko as a child bride but who dared to step out and set up an independent household with her husband and children. She also set a fashion trend and showed the Bengali women a new way of wearing the sari! And, of course, Swarnakumari, acknowledged as a pioneer of women’s writing in India.

Then there were those who suffered. Some silently, others like Tripura vocally, and others like Kadambari who unable to bear the terrible loneliness and pain preferred to die.


She didn’t belong here; had never belonged here. She had left her parents at the age of seven and made this house her home. She had embraced her husband’s family and given it all she had. She had thought it was hers. But it wasn’t… No one would shed a genuine tear if she died tomorrow.

 

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Let us not pray to be sheltered from dangers

but to be fearless when facing them.

Rabindranath Tagore

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