
Tag: Winter
Weekend 114: Winter Settles in
When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy ~Rumi


It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it ~John Burroughs


What keeps earth air breathable? Not oxygen alone. The earth is a freer place to breathe in, every time you love without calculating a return — every time you make your drudgeries and routines still more inefficient by stopping to experience the shock of beauty wherever it unpredictably flickers ~ Peter Viereck

Jo’s Monday walk
Becca’s Nurturing Thursday
Becca’s Sunday Trees
Mesmerising…
Sunday Trees
Sunday Trees: From archive
We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss~ Cassandra Clare
For Becca’s Sunday Trees