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If you are depressed you are living in the past. If you are anxious you are living in the future. If you are at peace you are living in the present. ~Lao Tzu Advertisements
Enjoying the quiet of the woods today – towhees talking, ravens gossiping, silence, crunch of gravel underfoot Peace. This is what we need to progress towards, more peace in our towns, in our world, in ourselves. ©Sharron R. McMillan
For medicinal purposes the whole plant is used. Flowers and leaves are gathered in the beginning of the blossom time. A decoction of the flowers are used as tea against dizziness, sleeplessness, headaches, and neurasthenia paralysis, physical stress, to strengthen … Continue reading
It tastes like fresh air, cedar pitch fire crackle, nature guide wisdom, squirrel chirps, laughter. I love the flavour. ©Sharron R. McMillan
Yellow is the brightest colour of the visible spectrum, and it is the most noticeable of all colours by the human eye. It means happiness and optimism; it is the colour of sun shining, or bright light and creativity. … … Continue reading
Deer seem to like our clearing when it’s raining. I guess they feel safe here.
Years ago my friend Bonnie pulled up a sucker from a tree in her yard and gave it to me because I was admiring its beautiful colours. We planted it by our pond. Bonnie is gone now but her tree … Continue reading
The wall is silence, the grass is sleep, Tall trees of peace their vigil keep, And the Fairy of Dreams with moth-wings furled Plays soft on her flute to the drowsy world. ~Ida Rentoul Outhwaite
Grinning at us as we notice, oops missed one. All the rest are tucked into dry spots for the winter but this one thinks it’s special. It is special, an amazing colour that has bloomed faithfully since Mother’s Day when … Continue reading
My Christmas Cactus is blooming for Thanksgiving! Half of it is loaded with blooms. I wonder if the other half will still bloom for Christmas. Such a bright spot on dull mornings.
It’s that glow, the indescribable golden colour dancing in small holes of wood stove door like sunrise through peepholes and the harmony of crackling wood with rain drops on the metal roof makes me sigh almost bursts my heart with … Continue reading