The time is ripe.
Before the pause of winter notice the shifting winds, perspectives and possibilities.
Flowers bloom on lengthy stems reaching for the light.
Bees seize quickly the last of the nectar.
Crickets chirp loudly looking for connection.
Spiders create luminous webs to capture and inspire.
Sunshine becomes luminous in the low sky, casting intriguing shadows and patterns of light.
There is an expansion of energy as nature rises in her glorious maturity, and we step in to harvest and enjoy her generous bounty.
Its a time to celebrate… feed our souls… and bring about the changes we yearn for in our lives.
The elderly Scottish Laird lay near death and called his faithful manservant to his bedside to hear his final request.
“Hamish,” he said, “When I’m gone I want you to take that bottle of single malt Scottish whisky that’s been in the family for thirty years and pour it over my grave.”
“Certainly Sir,” replied the servant in his thick brogue, “But do ye mind if I filter it through me kidneys first?”
… Now that’s a canny man!
This is for all the humorous folk in Scotland who always have time for some banter ☺️
Thrill of adventure
Joy and anticipation
Going with the flow.
Accept the ego’s
Bowing to the new.
Loving moments filled with joy.
Travel from the soul.
All behind me now
The old world out of balance
To be born anew
In the Middle Ground.
It was a great trip, with some wonderful times with family. I’m looking forward to catching my breath and catching up over the next few days. xo
Sharon over at a Leaf in Springtime has captured so beautifully the essence of kindness to strangers, 3 year olds and the plight of migrants. ❤️
One quiet summer afternoon, several years ago, when my son was three years old, we went to the local neighbourhood library. There he played happily with a huge pirate ship set out on a low table filled with colourful blocks and wooden puzzles at the children’s section.
Soon a little girl his age came along and as they played side by side, my young child turned and gave her a hug as a sign of his affection and friendship. The little girl froze and let out a piercing scream. Stunned, my son stumbled back, his little face quivering with confusion as he battled with his own tears.
Helpless, I looked to the little girl’s mother who was nearby, hoping that she would reassure her screaming child nothing untoward had happened. Instead, the mother simply turned towards me and declared, “I have taught my child that no stranger should ever touch…
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