Category: Encouragement

  •     My, oh my! What more Can I say; seeing lilies On the peaceful walk?       Surprise lilies in the neighborhood! ©2020Laine Quinn            

  •   It's Sunday,  take the day off! With all of the bad news and incompetence of our government, and missing being close to our loved ones – our hearts get heavy. But that's because of the love in our hearts. Love and compassion and empathy and sorrow. So, take a break. Forget the bad news…

  •   The Earth is breathing a sigh of relief today, the 50th anniversary of Earth Day, because her brainy humans have shut down the engines of pollution.     No, it can't go on like this  – or can it?   (There was a reason that manufacturing left the USA, besides cheap labor – lax…

  •     It's been over a month since I've been to the beach. Emotions seem to be wrapped up in worry and uncertainty, and I don't miss it in the usual way. But I do miss it!               ©Laine Quinn 2019 St. Augustine Beach, sunrise.  

  •     "The shore means many things to many people. Of its varied moods the one usually considered typical is not so at all. The true spirit does not reside in the gentle surf that laps a sun drenched bathing beach on a summer day. Instead, it is on a lonely shore at dawn or…

  •   (Sea gull wondering if it is safe to join the others…)   *"If social distancing needs to be extended long term, scientists recommend forming an inner circle of uninfected friends and family that you can rely on to maintain social bonds…"   Some others call this a pod – forming a pod of trusted…

  •   It might happen to you, like it did to me – when you're singing along to an old sad song trying to hold it together – that's when it might hit you – or in the middle of nowhere talking to your friend, husband or wife – it might boil over the top and…

  •     Social distancing not required…         Cat (DJ) and Armadillo, the Moon and Venus, Two Butterflies, Cat (Lucy) kisses Gator, Two Web-footed friends, Five Turtles! All Safe.

  •   Often I catch myself sitting with my hands folded, like a good school girl at her desk.     As a child I always loved this painting of "Praying Hands" by Albrecht Durer     Hands – one hand washing the other – like old friends.   Like how we help each other now…

  •     Where beauty is – there rests the soul.         Azaleas in full force in St. Augustine.