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Category: Nature

  • Surprised Again by the Inconstant Moon…

        Almost full already, when only yesterday you were a cheshire grin on the other side of the sky.   You are running away with the summer. Was it something that I said or did? I am sorry, whatever it was, I am so sorry. Please don't run anymore, I can't keep up.  …

  • Vulnerability

        If our self hatred is rooted in our vulnerability, why?   Good question. Something to do with our conditioning for sure. "It's not ok to be vulnerable or to show that you are." Wrong. It is ok and even necessary.     Dig deep and don't let the hatred outscream the love, the…

  • Wild Waves

        The storm off shore stirred things up at the beach. A little too wild for this boogie boarder, but there were some fool hearty souls out there. Not much rain, but a great gusty wind, just right to stir the spirit.       Villano Beach, St. Augustine, Florida.  

  • When The Moon Smiles

        You know that you must be busy when you are surprised by the crescent moon in the evening sky.   Where did that week go? It feels like someone is bending time and it's impossible to keep up.   Breathe.   Being busy is a good thing, as long as you can punctuate…

  • A Life…

        Have you ever listened to someone's life story and thought, this can't be true? How could she have done all of those things in 55 years?   Well, wait until you are 60, you realize that – yes – it was all possible and true!   The butterfly lives for a very short…

  • It Might Not Kill Me, After All…

        Pain. Physical pain.   Whenever it happens to me, I know it is going to kill me. Then I remember the little tricks I have in my bag to relieve it – and cure it.   Some tapping. (EFT) Checking in with Louise Hay's book, You Can Heal Your Life. Sleep. Ice. Dit…

  • The Other Side…

        The other side of the screen- the painted fern.   Happy Summer Solstice! Enjoy the long day.            

  • Fern Abstract

        Is it any wonder that humans took to painting and drawing? Here the sun paints the fern onto the screen.      

  • More Egrets…Regrets…or An Entire Novel.

        When we are young, it is more difficult not to have regrets. We like to think that there are none, but usually there is something niggling in our hearts that we wish we had done better, or been stronger or kinder.   These will pass into oblivion once we see that the story…

  • No Regrets

        No egrets. Oh, one egret.   No regrets.   (Mostly.)       Great Egret at sunset. Borrowed from LainesBlog, June, 2013.