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You could have……….BUT…




” You could have grown cold, but you grew courageous instead. You could have given up,
but you kept on going. You could have seen obstacles, but you called them adventures.
You could have called them weeds, but instead you called them wildflowers. You could
have died a caterpillar, but you fought on to be a butterfly. You could have denied
yourself goodness, but instead you chose to show yourself some self-love. You could
have defined yourself by the dark days, but instead through them you realized your light.”

~ S.C Lourie












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#Omens&Symbols . . . .Water and Evil






Water and Evil
In past centuries, women that were suspected of being witches were thrown into water.
If they drowned, they were presumed innocent. If the water rejected them, they could be
condemned for witchcraft.












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#Omens&Symbols . . .Cup of Life and Death





“Tibetans have a custom of turning over their cup before going to sleep,
signifying not just the end of the day, but the end of one’s life.
In the morning, we first think:

I am alive, I can see, I can hear, I can feel.

Then we turn the cup right side up:

My new life begins, and I am ready to receive.

In the morning, the mind is very fresh, and just one moment
of appreciation for being alive can orient our whole day,
and remind us of the continual cycle of living and dying.”










Photo by Somchai Chitprathak on Pixabay.
Text & image source: Steven Crandell @ Ecumenicus https://www.facebook.com/ecumenicus/











#Omens&Symbols . . . . The Phoenix



Phoenix; is a mythical powerful bird, lived for 600 years
in Arabian desert and then burnt itself and came out again
from its ash with new rejuvenated cycle of life.
It is the symbol of Chastity.










Text & image credit: Ancient Symbols and Meanings https://www.facebook.com/ancientsymbols1990/











The Vixen.





Among the taller wood with ivy hung,
The old fox plays and dances round her young.
She snuffs and barks if any passes by
And swings her tail and turns prepared to fly.
The horseman hurries by, she bolts to see,
And turns agen, from danger never free.
If any stands she runs among the poles
And barks and snaps and drive them in the holes.
The shepherd sees them and the boy goes by
And gets a stick and progs the hole to try.
They get all still and lie in safety sure,
And out again when everything’s secure,
And start and snap at blackbirds bouncing by
To fight and catch the great white butterfly.

By John Clare.










Artist Bonnie Marris
Text & image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook https://www.facebook.com/Snowwolfswoodlandnook/











Good-By, Sweet Day!






GOOD-BY, sweet day, good-by!
I have so loved thee, but I cannot hold thee.
Departing like a dream, the shadows fold thee;
Slowly thy perfect beauty fades away:
Good-by, sweet day!

Good-by, sweet day, good-by!
Dear were thy golden hours of tranquil splendor,
Sadly thou yieldest to the evening tender
Who wert so fair from thy first morning ray;
Good-by, sweet day!

Good-by, sweet day, good-by!
Thy glow and charm, thy smiles and tones and glances,
Vanish at last, and solemn night advances;
Ah, couldst thou yet a little longer stay!
Good-by, sweet day!

Good-by, sweet day, good-by!
All thy rich gifts my grateful heart remembers,
The while I watch thy sunset’s smouldering embers
Die in the west beneath the twilight gray.
Good-by, sweet day!

By Celia Thaxter










Artist Vian
Text & image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook https://www.facebook.com/Snowwolfswoodlandnook/