If I look I'm not sure that I could face you.
Not again. not today. not today…
September 11th. So much changed in these twelve years, and yet… here we are standing - again - on the brink of more war. This knot in my stomach - stubbornly unforgetful when the calendar turns to 9-11 - I can't help but think back.
I want this day to pass peacefully; I want that my children will never experience a day like that day.
Love & peace, for those taken on that day, and those left behind.
video: REM - Final Straw
…love will be my strongest weapon.
I do believe that I am not alone.
For this fear will not destroy me.
Wordless Wednesday: Be Brave Enough
Inspiring (and truthful) words from one of my favorite authors…
Wordless Wednesday: Intuition
When your inner voice speaks, do you listen? It's there for a reason. It's our connection to each other and our universe. Don't be afraid.
Trust your intuition.
Wordless Wednesday: Spring Awakening
Springtime is the land awakening. The March winds are the morning yawn.
Yesterday was the first day of Spring - the equinox - the moment when the sun crosses directly over our earth's equator - a time when day and night are equal in length. It's a time of awakening, balance, renewal, promise.
The turning of the seasons grounds me. Spring, after the cold and bare of Winter, is always so welcome, necessary, a gladly received reminder and assurance of time and life continuing. Even after this, the most mild of Winters I can remember in New Jersey, I still was grateful to see that first daffodil poking up through the soil several weeks ago.
My heart lightened. And, each day since then I have anxiously searched my garden for signs of new life, never to be disappointed - as Mother Nature delivers new wonders with each moment.
The weather has been so bright, and the sun so warm this week, that we've all been outside as much as possible; taking in the new season, breathing Spring and all it's wonderous new life... awakening.
Wake. Breathe. Start fresh, as each moment in your life is as new as the Spring buds on the trees. Happy Spring, readers!
Wordless Wednesday: Sunrise
The grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.
It is rare that I wake with the sun, but I have this week in Maine; and on Monday, decided to step outside and watch the sky change, alone with nature. It was, as it always has been, breathtaking and magical. I hope you too are having an amazing week.
The sky, painted.
Starting to brighten...
The sun, making an appearance above the trees.