Goodnight . . . Remember to look up at the stars…


Remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet.
Try to make sense of what you see and wonder about what makes the universe exist.
Be curious. And however difficult life may seem, there is always something you can do and succeed at.
It matters that you don’t just give up ..

~ Stephen Hawking ~

Artist Jungsuk Lee

Text and image source: Serendipity Corner

#FridayFantasy . . . Hills that stand soft…


“Hills that stand soft and a sky that stands high and blue, and the sun setting behind a windmill, and always, always, hazy strings of mountains that fall and fall away on the horizon.”
— Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed

Art by Vincent Van Gogh, Windmill on Montmartre (1886)

Text and image source: Books Gleam

High recognitions . . . High above in the Heavenly Realms there are three Queens

.“High above in the Heavenly Realms there are three Queens, who are so lovely, so pure, that we human beings cannot grasp it. The Queen of all the Heavens spreads her luminous blue mantle over the others. Her crown sparkles in supra-earthly radiance. Her countenance is the most sublime that one can behold. Beside her stand the Queen of Love and the Queen of Purity.”

(Zoroaster-Zorotushtra-Zaratustra – A Portuguese translation of the life and times of the forerunner medicated in The Grail Message book series

Text and image source: Garden of Illumination

We cannot lose…


The more we love the more we lose.
The more we lose the more we learn.
The more we learn the more we love.
It comes full circle.
Life is the school, love is the lesson.
We cannot lose ..

~ Kate McGahan ~

Artist T W Wolff

Text and image source: Serendipity Corner

The Peddler’s Caravan

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The Peddler’s Caravan

I wish I lived in a caravan,
With a horse to drive, like a peddler-man!
Where he comes from nobody knows,
Or where he goes to, but on he goes!

His caravan has windows two,
And a chimney of tin, that the smoke comes through;
He has a wife, with a baby brown,
And they go riding from town to town.

Chairs to mend, and delf to sell!
He clashes the basins like a bell;
Tea-trays, baskets ranged in order,
Plates, with alphabets round the border!

The roads are brown, and the sea is green,
But his house is like a bathing-machine;
The world is round, and he can ride,
Rumble and slash, to the other side!

With the peddler-man I should like to roam,
And write a book when I came home;
All the people would read my book,
Just like the Travels of Captain Cook!

By William Brighty Rands

Artist Chris Dunn

.Text and image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook

Happy New Month of December ❤️☀


Let us welcome December with an open, grateful heart; a joyful spirit and loving thoughts.

May you have the courage this month to begin breaking the patterns in your life that no longer serve you.
Give yourself the permission to pause and reflect every now and then and remember….. taking care of yourself doesn’t mean: “me first”; it means, “me too”.

May streams of love, joy and peace shower upon you and your loved ones today and always.