Tag Archive | life.

It’s morning!

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“It’s morning, and again I am that lucky person who is in it.”

— Mary Oliver

 

 

 

 

 

Art Stephanie Lambourne.
Text & image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook https://www.facebook.com/Snowwolfswoodlandnook/

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Forest murmurs …

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“I thought the earth remembered me,
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,
nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms
breathing around me, the insects,
and the birds who do their work in the darkness.
All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.”

– Mary Oliver, Sleeping In The Forest

 

 

 

 

Text & image source: Tom Woolley https://www.facebook.com/tom.woolley.12?

Now and then….

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“Now and then it’s good to pause
in our pursuit of happiness
and just be happy.”

~ Guillaume Apollinaire

 

 

 

 

 

Image credit: Filipp Andreevich Maliavin
via Ravenous Butterflies
Text & image source: Contemplative Monk https://www.facebook.com/ContemplativeMonk/

Ageing!

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Ageing

As I’m growing older, I’ve found that in the end,
As I mature and mellow I’ve become my own good friend.
Less critical of who I am, more free to live each day,
In line with things that matter, as old worries fade away,
And I see dear friends who have passed on, and maybe missed their chance,
To exercise full freedom in life’s demanding dance.
To do those things that feed our souls, those chances that are missed,
To write another tick against our lengthy bucket list.
And though I’m quite forgetful, some things are best mislaid,
No need to rake the ashes of mistakes we may have made.
And yes, my heart’s been broken, as some folk have done me wrong
But as I’ve come through I know it’s true, the pain has made me strong,
As a heart that’s never suffered with no bruise or scar to show,
Has missed an opportunity to learn and then to grow.
As I stroll along the Summer sands, in comfy shorts so baggy,
My Speedo days are just a haze, my bum has gone all saggy..
But wrinkles never bother me, I wear each one with pride,
I see them all as laughter lines, and feel so young inside.
My body may be failing and my hair has turned snow white,
And the mirror in the bathroom makes a less than perfect sight,
But I’m privileged to be here, as I’ve travelled a long way,
And as long as I’m around I’ll always try to seize the day,
Binding close to friends and family, to those who are so giving,
To those precious, special people who all make my life worth living..

Copyright © Michael McCarthy

 

 

 

 

Art https://www.deviantart.com/syoshiko
Text & image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook https://www.facebook.com/Snowwolfswoodlandnook/

No matter how traumatic the end of a relationship may be,…

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“No matter how traumatic the end of a relationship may be, the good always
outweighs the bad. If you learned in this relationship what not to do in the
next, you are better for it. If you learned one new thing about yourself or
another person, you know more than you did when you started.”

~ Iyanla Vanzant

 

 

 

 

Text & image credit: Iyanla Vanzant https://www.facebook.com/DrIyanlaVanzant/

—some unseen influence that penetrates the soul

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“The days may not be so bright and balmy—yet the quiet and melancholy that
linger around them is fraught with glory. Over everything connected with autumn
there lingers some golden spell—some unseen influence that penetrates the soul
with its mysterious power.”

– Northern Advocate

 

 

 

 

 

image credit: Craig Doogan
Text & image source: Luminous Spirit https://www.facebook.com/LuminousSpirit/

#FridayFantasy . . . .the pleasure of knocking off wild apples.

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“To appreciate the wild and sharp flavors of these October fruits,
it is necessary that you be breathing the sharp October or November air.
What is sour in the house a bracing walk makes sweet. Some of these apples
might be labeled, “To be eaten in the wind.” It takes a savage or wild taste
to appreciate a wild fruit. . . The era of the Wild Apple will soon be past….
I fear that he who walks over these fields a century hence will not know the
pleasure of knocking off wild apples. Ah, poor soul, there are many pleasures
which you will not know! . . . the end of it all will be that we shall be
compelled to look for our apples in a barrel.”

Henry David Thoreau

 

 

 

 

 

Art Joanna Westerman
Text & image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook https://www.facebook.com/Snowwolfswoodlandnook/