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Tag Archives: winter
Bench Series (Winter)
“Darkness is where the magic of moonlight lives.” – Unknown Before our part of the world became a winter wonderland, there were two days where I happily found myself – sitting at an outdoor table at the “cabin in the … Continue reading
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Tagged apple cider, beauty, benches, churro sticks, festive, friendship, love, magic, New Year, stanley park, storms, Vancouver, weather, winter, wonderland
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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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Deep Time
“ Thou art the journey and the journey’s end.” – Michael Mayne Dean 1986-96, noted in Westminster Abbey, London, England. Our time in London was spent in a beautiful family-owned modern flat in the Docklands area near North Greenwich – … Continue reading
Shard
A piece of the world fell today in the form of an ink-black crow, falling swiftly upon a city grate its voice silenced forever. Other pieces fall in the form of fire supplanting summer’s eternal beauty, fall in the form of … Continue reading
London Calling (Nov/Dec)
“A pub can be a magical place” – Rhys Ifan (a lovely quote found on a signboard at the George Pub in London, UK) The scent of sweet maple and evergreen commingle on dry November days not seen in decades … Continue reading
Sensory Perception
No matter where I am, whether on a cold winter walk home, or a sultry stroll in a warmer country than mine, the scent of wood smoke rising up from condo chimneys or from tiny eating places tucked into jungle, stir … Continue reading
We Are Moments
“It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light and winter in the shade.” – Charles Dickens Two snow days have resulted in long walks … Continue reading
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Tagged between, blue sunrise, creativity, forest, Harry Potter, joy, love, magic, mindfulness, moments, Narnia, snow, Spring, wander, winter
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Heart of the Wild
wer.i.fest.eria (V) To wander longingly through the forest in search of mystery. On a long forgotten winding bus route from downtown out to the bay to catch the ferry to Vancouver Island, we were greeted by vistas of darkest green … Continue reading
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Tagged beauty, blues, cold, forest, heart of the wild, home, love, mountains, music, mystery, ocean, Tigh-Na-Mara, Vancouver Island, wander, werifesteria, winter
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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
Worlds Between the Hours
“ Time is a game played beautifully by children.” – Heraclitus, Fragments As the last days of the old year fall away, I’m still feeling the festive spirit, especially when I come across an unexpected twinkle-lit window, move among the … Continue reading
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