The thing about grief is
it can never fully go away,
it greets me with
every new milestone
it grates at my heart
with every missed conversation.
A lifetime of “I love you”s
overflowing and overwhelming.
The hug I long for,
the advice I needed
the scars that t
There's a robin on my fence today,
A feather by my feet
A heart-shaped leaf that blows along
Beside me down the street
Your song played on the radio
This morning in the car
And just last night I could've sworn
I saw a shooting star
The sun and r
HELLO OCTOBER
THE SEASON OF LETTING GO
And so begins the season of letting go,
when Mother Nature shows us all,
how it’s done.
Let go,
free yourself,
shake it off,
drop it,
give way for the new.
Create space for new thoughts, new ideas,
new adventu
Don't leave anything for later.
Later, the coffee gets cold.
Later, you lose interest.
Later, the day turns into night.
Later, people grow up.
Later, people grow old.
Later, life goes by.
Later, you regret not doing something...
When you had the cha
BE THE HERO YOU ARE LOOKING FOR
The brightest light is found within the heart of those ordinary folk who live their lives as if nothing changes for them.
Deep inside they often have the purest kind love. The type of love so naturally present as
With the passage of time we realize that all that matters is health, faith, love and peace of mind.
May you have everything today, tomorrow and all your life!
''We all have a past, I have mine.
Every now and then I allow my memory to travel through it, just to acknowledge that I have accomplished so much and make sure I don't want to go back.
There are things I've done that I regret, others I simply do
''There are days when all you want to do is disappear, get lost.When the weight of everything feels too heavy to carry.
But then, out of nowhere, you find yourself laughing at a friend's story, savoring the taste of your favorite meal or simply br
James Bowen, a homeless heroin addict, overcame his addiction thanks to a stray cat he named Bob. In 2007, James found Bob injured and began caring for him, which gave his life purpose and helped him quit heroin, restoring his life. James wrote a
"Today was a Difficult Day," said Pooh.
There was a pause.
"Do you want to talk about it?" asked Piglet.
"No," said Pooh after a bit. "No, I don't think I do."
"That's okay," said Piglet, and he came and sat beside his friend.
"What are you doing?"
"Across the evening sky, all the birds are leaving
But how can they know it's time for them to go?
Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming
I have no thought of time
For who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?
Sad, deserted s
~ The Garden in September ~
“I’ve come to love September almost as much as May.
It’s a month of gentle transition, bidding farewell to summer and ushering in autumn.
September is famously soft, rich and characterful, like a fine wine or well-crafted c
“Plan — what plants to move when the weather normalises and think about autumn and winter container displays. You might even want to get ahead and write a Christmas list!
Sow — hardy annuals including calendula, larkspur, antirrhinum, cornflower and
“I feel alive, here and now
I can feel the earth, pulsing inside
I can hear the spirits, chanting through my being
I can feel the plants
Travel inside, travel inside”
. . .
Dancer : Mana Mei @manamei_movement
Video clip created in Bali, 2023
The way you look at things is not simply a private matter. Your outlook actually and concretely affects what goes on. When you give in to helplessness, you collude with despair and add to it. When you take back your power and choose to see the po
When I moved from one house to another
there were many things I had no room
for. What does one do? I rented a storage
space. And filled it. Years passed.
Occasionally I went there and looked in,
but nothing happened, not a single
twinge of the heart
Hugo Simberg's painting "The Wounded Angel," completed in 1903, is a poignant and enigmatic masterpiece that has become one of Finland's most iconic artworks. This painting depicts two solemn boys carrying a wounded angel on a stretcher through a de
'Lithuanian grass weaving'
G. Giedraitienė's author's works from herb gardens, intended for gifts, to decorate spaces and for the joy of the soul.
Je m’appelle la Terre .
Je n’ai créé aucune frontière, ni de drapeaux multicolores qui séparent les nations,
ni de chants patriotiques qui attisent la haine . J’offre mes rivières,
mes océans, ma nature, mes forêts,
la beauté des fleurs et des anima
The Lie said to the Truth, "Let's take a bath together, the well water is very nice.
The Truth, still suspicious, tested the water and found out it really was nice. So they got naked and bathed.
But suddenly, the Lie leapt out of the water and fl
