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Tag Archives: sea
Illuminate
Winter sun sets low these days painting the steel blue water in flames of gold. I see a young woman on my walk sitting at an old wooden desk on the damp sand, writing in a big book as if … Continue reading
Posted in poetry
Tagged beauty, December, enlightenment, flame, language, light, magic, mindfulness, nature, sea, sunset, understanding, walking, wonder, world
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The Beautiful Work
“ In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different.” – John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent On this last day of spring, the promise of summer is found on the sun … Continue reading
Posted in blog, journaling, life, memoir, travel
Tagged beautiful work, books, breathe, hot chocolate, ice tea, leafy trees, letters, nourish bowls, picnics, sea, simply be, stanley park, Summer, writing, yoga
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Cultivating the Opposite
The dream of living by the sea near a wild forest and ancient mountain range, rose unbidden, colouring the day to day of my long ago high school world. Time has passed unbound, leaving its inevitable brushstrokes and bruised shadows behind, … Continue reading
Posted in poetry
Tagged change, childhood, cultivating the opposite, dream, elements, forest, grace, innocence, mountains, paradise, poetry, resistance, sea, time, yoga practice
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Neglected Treasure
“ Can words describe the fragrance of the very breath of spring.” – Neltje Blanchan Mornings here are no longer greeted by the chorus of the blackbird choir, the feathered flock have moved back to the cattail clotted edges of the … Continue reading
