This is behind a wire fence so the deer can’t get at it. It’s still lovely even though it’s getting colder out.
Watching the goat barn being built.
Tweet, twitter, Instagram, call, text, web cam - get it done, see it now, never wait, don't know how. Envision, dream what you desire, tiny sparks that light a fire. The joy of wanting seems most daunting- Believe. Wait. Anticipate. ©Sharron R. McMillan
We cannot change the world by a new plan, project, or idea.~Henri Nouwen
We cannot even change other people by our convictions, stories, advice and proposals, but we can offer a space where people are encouraged to disarm themselves,
lay aside their occupations and preoccupations and listen with attention and care
to the voices speaking in their own centre.
We are so blessed to be surrounded with such beauty.
Take time, make time, to stop and appreciate the beauty around you.
Life is too short to speed through our days without looking, seeing
and appreciating our surroundings.
Wherever you are today,
stop, look, listen
and say thank you
for beauty in your day.
©Sharron R. McMillan
Perched on a rock above the bay - a perfect spot for a hot tub.
It is dark in the forest When you’re walking alone You’ve wandered the trails Till there’s no one at home. The far reaching branches Have blocked out the sky There’s no view of the future And no room to fly. Find a small beam of sunshine And follow the glow Till you’re on a new path That leads somewhere you know. Come out of the darkness Into the light Let the smile of the sun Warm you. Let the grace of the Son Warm you. ©Sharron R. McMillan
It's cold out but my fire is happily churning out heat. Hard to describe the sound of a happy fire - like the sound of my heart when I have my head under water, or the sound of the wind through a cracked open window, air sucking in, flames bouncing, wood crackling and behind all that the heart sounds of life - warmth, comfort, love. memories. ©Sharron R. McMillan
Mushrooms disappeared during the hot dry spell but now the forest is being watered again, they are emerging. Just little ones so far.
Sargeant Bay Provincial Park trail.
I'm going through my albums again, printing out labels and stories, pasting in pictures and snippets. Maybe I'll find one more piece, one more story or memory and all will make sense. At least, now it's all here, on the shelf, I'm not going to wake up back there, like it's all been a very long dream. Home is now here, my roots are securely dug in. I am here, with my unfinished story. ©Sharron R. McMillan
Mount Baker through the mist seen from Sargeant Bay Provincial Park
When we step away from our ego and develop a selfless posture toward life,
we’ll find serenity in the midst of any turmoil.
~Karen Casey “Each Day A New Beginning”