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A man travels the world over in search for what he needs But returns home to find it. ~George Moore
We did our shopping, checked the post office, got diesel and then went down to the beach and enjoyed our Ice Cream on waffle cones at the end of the walking pier, staring across to Vancouver Island. Lovely moments of … Continue reading
Lilac bush in bloom. Butterflies ecstatic, So am I. I breathe in memories, walking to school, Red Deer Alberta, spring, freedom, happiness and laughter. 2020 Sharron R. McMillan
Lovely bits hanging about the garden add colour, interest and inspiration.
Sweet violets sweeter than all the roses covered all over from head to toe covered all over with sweet violets. Chorus from an old song my dad used to sing to me by Charles Grean / Cy Coben Sweet Violets … Continue reading
Normally the sea wall is bustling with walkers, runners, joggers, wanderers, Normally the beach is hopping with surf boarders, kite fliers, dogs chasing sticks, Normally we’d sit on a log and watch the waves and the people. But this is … Continue reading
Looking back, we see where we’ve come from. We can not change any of it, but we can learn a lot by seeing our tracks; what we bypassed, where we hid, where we detoured to get us here. ©Sharron R. … Continue reading
The human ability to make meaning is so versatile, so powerful, that it can make almost anything tolerable, so long as it’s woven into a bigger story that makes it meaningful. We need to reflect consciously on the ways we … Continue reading
Contemplative practice, done over time, actually rewires our brains so that we can detach from our addictive patterns of thinking and feeling and our unworkable programs for happiness. Now many neuro scientists affirm such very real change and call it … Continue reading
The Christmas lights were our nephew’s, he passed away this year. And many of the handmade bits bring memories or a tear. We hang these treasures on our tree, so that we’ll not forget the precious people in our life. … Continue reading
Maria is Maria – nothing less and nothing more There is no other like her, an original, for sure. Happy Birthday to you!
I place another dry fir log onto hot coals in the wood stove, I am warmed and filled with thankfulness for a tree once dead and seemingly useless that fell one windy night across our power lines. Hydro was there … Continue reading