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Tag Archives: hope
Daffodils Rising
“Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.” – Elizabeth Bowen Mid-January is just around the corner and there are still sparkling lights to catch my eye as well as a magical lone sapling … Continue reading
Posted in blog, journaling, life, memoir, photography
Tagged beauty, darkness, enjoy everything, flowers, forest, hope, joy, light, love, mindfulness, park, seasons, sparkle, wanders, winter
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But first, spring
“It is so small a thing to have enjoyed the sun, to have lived light in the spring, to have loved, to have thought, to have done.” – Matthew Arnold Tiny, barely there snowflakes lazily fell from the blurry grey … Continue reading
Siege
“ In winter, the stars seem to have rekindled their fires, the moon achieves a fuller triumph, and the heavens wear a look of a more exalted simplicity.” – John Burroughs December has arrived in wreathes of fog and apricot … Continue reading
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Tagged beauty, community, Covid-19, dreams, Fleurs De Villes Noel, hope, kindness, light, musings, myth, New Year, seige, solo walks, winter, writing. walking
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Broken Clouds
“Not All Storms Come To Disrupt Your Life…Some Come To Clear Your Path – Goalcast New windows have been installed in our apartment rental and on rainy evenings I’ve noticed a different rhythm, a staccato beat as the drops strike … Continue reading
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Tagged Covid-19, forest, homesteading, hope, hunkering down, journey, love, nature, ocean, pandemic, pathways, prayer, recipes, retreat, sanctuary
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Unravelling
“ We know that in September, we will wander through the warm winds of summer’s wreckage. We will welcome summer’s ghost.” – Henry Rollins It was on the news again, a reminder that these high summer nights were the best … Continue reading
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Tagged awe, balance, dark sky, ghosts, healing, high summer, hope, miracle, mystical, nature, Perseids meteor shower, September, sparkle, unravelling, wreckage
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Present (Tense)
It’s hard when truth lies beaten and bloody upon the ground, gasping its last breath and words that meant everything, are falling from tainted lips. We are lost, drowning in kaleidoscope worlds of our own making, wanting to breathe in … Continue reading
October Pause
“the fallen leaves in the forest seemed to make even the ground glow and burn with light” – Malcolm Lowry, October Ferry to Gabriola There is a post waiting to be published but my world has gone sideways with the … Continue reading
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Tagged blogging, Dad, falling leaves, grief, hope, light, long good-bye, love, October, pause, peace, rain, share, transitions, writing
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Summer’s Green Heart
“ I can breathe where there is green. Green grows hope. It keeps my heart beating and helps me remember who I am.” – Courtney M. Privett, Faelost Glancing out the bedroom window overlooking the alleyway, I was struck by … Continue reading
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Tagged blogging, community garden, connected, festival, forest, green, heart, hope, nature, paradise, ritual, salmon berries, strawberries, Summer, trees, words
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Fractured
Startling the reverie among newly green trees, dystopian voices undulate over autumn strewn paths, piercing through well tended worlds regardless of collected dreams. These are our brothers and sisters thrown to the wolves of winter, spring but a distant memory … Continue reading
The Winds of Change
“ For when all else is done, only words remain. Words endure.” – Kate Mosse, The Winter Ghosts A recent article in one of the only free newspapers left in the city caught my eye, describing a worrisome new normal … Continue reading
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