It’s an ending that comes about in life, more than once. Cyclical, in a non-repetitive way, for each cycle of revelation and growth is a different experience – a new set of wings acquired – a new layer of petals and color blooming widely and courageously as we face the Sun. Always...
Our go to 1st day is always the HOHO bus to get our bearings and its often a pretty cheap way of seeing a few landmarks without having to worry too much about how you get from A to B. We stopped off at the beautiful Golden Pavilion which glowed in the afternoon sunshine amongst som...
***They are hurt. Hurt people hurt people. You are who you show-up as. You project outwards who you are internally. In that streak, a liar lies to himself. The one who betrayed you first betrayed themselves. If they tried to twist the reality you both share is because, they are sca...
This is another pretty lake surrounded by a meadow, trees blooming in fall foliage, and mountains. I knew that there were two Summit Lakes, and the other one lay just beyond the first one. I saw what amounted to a goat trail hugging the right side of the lake, and started to follow...
This is being re-posted from several years ago. I feel gratitude that these same diminutive delights are blooming here now as leaf-out is unfurling a woodland canopy. Photos are at the end of my posts. May your walk be full of Spring in the Northern Hemisphere. ...
well.PHS Daffodilsput out a one time list longer than any I’ve seen in the States and I’d be a fool to pass on them, even if it means looking like I’m some kind of collector -which I’m not. Here is one last photo to prove there are still some other fall blooming things ...
One of the blooming trees? An image of the foggy coast near Swakopmund and Walvis Bay or a sunset from the beach of Swakopmund? A ship skeleton from the Skeleton Coast? The mountainous sand dunes or tree mummies of Sussosvlei? Or one of the very deep canyons?
We even stopped and had a beer at one of our favorite haunts (I was careful not to mix the meds). Then night came on again. I started to worry: had I dislocated my shoulder? It didn’t look like it. I could use it. Visions of a doctor putting in back into place frightened ...
and at the same time delighted one. My horse's breath rose like steam, and whenever we stopped he smoked all over. The cornfields got back a little of their colour under the dazzling light, and stood the palest possible gold in the sun and snow. All about us the snow was crusted in...
It was blooming in the middle of the marketplace where it had stood and bloomed for generations at Christmas time. For some reason it had survived the fire. Grandmother told us it was almost Christmas because the flower was blooming. As far as she could remember, this only occurred at ...