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May the stars carry your sadness away, May the flowers fill your heart with beauty, May hope forever wipe away your tears. And above all, may silence make you strong. ~Chief Dan George
When I shut my studio door I lock out the woes of the world for a few hours. I’m looking out to a sea of ferns, still, quiet surrounded by cedar, alder and maple trees sanding tall, straight, unafraid. The … Continue reading
When you arise in the morning Give thanks for the morning light. Give thanks for your life and strength. Give thanks for your food And give thanks for the joy of living And if perchance you see no reason for … Continue reading
Mornings when I step out the door, the air is heavily scented from hyacinth blossoms and cherry tree blooms. Add a touch of salt air and it’s heavenly.
2020 May it be a year of clear vision and kind perspective and may all the dark spots just be passing floaters. Wishing you and yours a very blessed and happy New Year. ©2020 Sharron R. McMillan
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
Sun illuminates tips of trees this morning. It looks like winter has left the woods. Crocuses and Snowdrops lift their heads in thanks. I do too. ©Sharron R. McMillan
Dropping branches, cawing crow only sounds of morning snow. Tracks to show where he has been through beauty no one else has seen. This early morning walk about as he takes the garbage out. ©Sharron R. McMillan
Cocooned in cotton flannel sheets, wool stuffed pillows and duvet, mohair wool blanket. . . who can crawl out of such a cozy nest when it’s still dark and raining out. Not me. ©Sharron R. McMillan
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
Two mornings ago, this is how the sun looked through the trees from forest fires in BC. Today it was clear again and the air smells fresh and safe.
He’ll be up soon. I’ll see the kitchen light brighten the back wall of the house before smoke billows from the chimney. Soon he’ll be at my studio door to say good morning with hugs and ‘how did you sleep?’ … Continue reading
Mocha meows – 7:30, time to get up. Light the fire, feed, play, empty her en-suite. Six hens cluck at coop doors, wanting scraps, fresh water and morning freedom. Humming bird hovers at the feeder, and Stellar Jay pecks at … Continue reading