Tag Archives: survival
I’m going back to good old cook books. I know the internet is full of information, easy to access and instant but every site is covered over with things to sign up for, things popping up about everything from suggestions … Continue reading
At times we see life through wide-angled lens, complete and beautiful. But focus changes. Pain, disappointment, fear filter our perspective and the world never looks the same again. Rose coloured filters may help for awhile but more often we just … Continue reading
Hermit Moments with yourself, by yourself, accepting yourself, loving yourself, learning all the wisdom of the world. ©2015 Sharron R. McMillan
Hisnibs and I got the mountain of firewood stacked in the woodshed. That’s almost half the firewood we need for the winter. More splitting and stacking to do yet to ensure cozy days by the fire this winter.
I fain would write a timely poem Of politics and polls Of oil spills and postal strikes Of taxes, wars and goals. But lo, ‘twas not my diascope This timely news to share, For ‘tis delivered daily At my step … Continue reading
More firewood still out in the woods waiting to be split and brought to the woodshed.
It takes Hisnibs and helper about ten days of the summer to cut, split and stack firewood to keep our two houses warm all winter. A good start on it here. There are 60 pieces of firewood per bucket load … Continue reading
The eagle does not escape the storm. The eagle simply uses the storm to lift it higher. It spreads its mighty wings and rises on the winds that bring the storm. Jack White
We who lived in concentration camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting others, giving away their last piece of bread… They offer sufficient proof that everything can be taken from a man but one thing: to … Continue reading
Hope is the thing with feathers, That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all. ~Emily Dickinson
Hope is a waking dream. ~Aristotle
Hummingbirds hover over spider webs, borrowing nest material from over-active spinners; mother robin trolls the lawn for worms and bugs for her babies; helpless raven young scream for food as tired parents deliver incessantly; bumblebees hum their nectar songs over … Continue reading
Fragmented. That’s a good word. That’s how I feel. Fragmented. All the parts of me won’t fit together to make a whole me. In fact all the parts of me seem to be fighting each other. My mind is going … Continue reading
A victim continues to look at what they lost, a victor looks at what was kept.