#FridayFantasy . . . And, I shall wait for you


And, I shall wait for you
For you to come back home
For my life is not much
Whilst you are gone

A little poem by Athey Thompson
Picture by Dominic Moriarty

Text and image source: Tales of the old forest fairies

Happy New Month of July


“The linden, in the fervour of July,
Hums with a louder concert. When the wind
Sweeps the broad forest in its summer prime,
As when some master-hand exulting sweeps
The keys of some great organ, ye give forth
The music of the woodland depths, a hymn
Of gladness and of thanks.”
-~ William Cullen Bryant,

. JULY! The Month of Larkspur and Contentment.

July was named by the Roman Senate in honour of Roman general Julius Caesar in 44 B.C., it being the month of his birth. Before then it was called Quintilis, being the fifth month of the calendar that started with March.

It is on average the warmest month in most of the Northern Hemisphere, where it is the second month of summer, and the coldest month in much of the Southern Hemisphere, where it is the second month of winter. The second half of the year commences in July. In the Southern Hemisphere, July is the seasonal equivalent of January in the Northern hemisphere.

“Dog days” are considered to begin in early July in the Northern Hemisphere, when the hot sultry weather of summer usually starts. Spring lambs born in late winter or early spring are usually sold before 1 July.

July symbols
July’s birthstone is the ruby, which symbolizes contentment.

Its birth flowers are the Larkspur or the Water Lily….
-~ From Wikipedia

Text and image source: Petie Barre

The real warriors in this world…


“The real warriors in this world are the ones that see the details of another’s soul.

They see the transparency behind walls people put up. They stand on the battlefield of life and expose their heart’s transparency, so other’s can finish the day with hope.

They are the sensitive souls that understand that before they could be a light they first had to feel the burn.”

~ Shannon L. Alder~

Text and image source: Esoteric Eye

Real life isn’t always going to be perfect or go our way.


Real life isn’t always going to be perfect or go our way, but the recurring acknowledgement of what is working in our lives can help us not only to survive but surmount our difficulties.
-Sarah Ban Breathnach.

Text and image source: Women for Peace

#TenderTuesday . . . An island where all the feelings lived


„Once upon a time, there was an island
where all the feelings lived:
Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love.
One day it was announced to the feelings that
the island would sink!
So all constructed boats and left.
Except for Love. Love was the only one who stayed.
Love wanted to hold out until the last possible moment.
When the island had almost sunk, love decided to ask for help.
Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat.
Love said, ”Richness, can you take me with you?”
Richness answered, “No, I cant.
There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat.
There is no place here for you.
“Love decided to ask Vanity
who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel.
“Vanity, please help me!”
“I cant help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat” Vanity answered.
Sadness was close by so Love asked,
“Sadness, let me go with you. Oh . . . Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!”,
Happiness passed by Love, too,
but she was so happy that
she did not even hear when Love called her.
Suddenly, there was a voice, “Come, Love, I will take you.”
It was an elder. So blessed And overjoyed,
Love even forgot to ask the elder where they were going.
When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way.
Realizing how much was owed to the elder,
Love asked Knowledge another elder, “Who Helped me?”
“It was Time,” Knowledge answered.
“Time?” asked Love. But why did time help me?
Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered,
“Because only Time is capable of understanding how valuable Love is.“
Heart Of A Witch Soul Of An Empath.

Text and image source: Harmony

Nature’s most healing balm.


Up at dawn, the dewy freshness of the hour, the morning rapture of the birds, the daily miracle of sunrise, set her heart in tune, and gave her Nature’s most healing balm.
~ Louisa May Alcott

~ Art ‘Summer Meadows’ by Janice MacDougall.

Text and image source: The Garden of Pensiveness