Mindfulness, relaxation, thought provoking images and poems. Tiny lanterns of sunlight, sway all around us, in a sea of white and green. A subtle sweetness drifts in the soft breeze as the snowdrops are drawn sunwards in a wave of pure joy. Delighted to see the light once more after a winter held in the dark earth, we can almost see them opening with yearning before our eyes. The Goddess of Winter Mist. In one last gasp, the sun drew a line of gold across the face of the.

I woke on Friday to find thick snow had fallen. It was an icy cold morning. The wind fierce, the vision before me a carpet of pristine snow. The roof icy white and gleaming. The bare trees covered in heavy clumps of snow. The gutters and window ledges hung with clear icicles. Yet, I have felt far away from people and places.

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I wrote a whole blog, poem as well, then by accident, trying to get rid of delete button that showed up. it deleted the whoe durned thing! August 15, 2015. Originally posted on Daily Echo. Originally posted on Soul Gatherings. Let us remember that within us.

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Admiring the beautiful complexity of Nature. Making Nature a part of your life. Nature in the Modern World. The front door to your house. The lock, which you know intimately, might only open with a very specific turn of the key, at a precise angle.

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