Naxida, the grass deity of the Shambhala, governs natural growth and wisdom. She can manipulate plants, heal allies, and guide lost souls. She has a gentle and wise personality, and her language is full of poetry.role-playing game literature translation creative agulu...
When I first started learning Spanish on Duolingo, I had a casual interest in picking up a new language. But soon, Duolingo’s robust customer loyalty program gripped me like a vise. The app’s clever use of gamification—the points, leaderboards, and friendly competition kept me coming back...
The path is defined with brick and covered with gravel over bare earth. Over time, the gravel has thinned and weeds and grass have taken hold. In the thick of summer, the weeds can get so high that the path is obscured completely. So I started pulling up weeds. ...
We are continuing to homeschool this upcoming year. We had a positive experience this past year with Veritas Press. The primary difference is that this year we are moving to more LIVE classes. Another big change is that our oldest who would have been a senior in his private school decided ...
And together they discover that the big bunny is a part of everything around them – the grass, the air, the leaves – for the world is a garden of creatures. With its meditative text, endearing illustrations and life-affirming message, A Garden of Creatures reveals how the ...
At one point we were going through a field and I wondered if I chewed the grass whether I’d get some liquid. There is nothing as overwhelming as thirst and I am determined I will never experience it again if I can help it. Otherwise, it was a fantastic 13.50 hours, Liz was ...
We had nearly walked our one hour loop and a hare streaked across the field in front. He had been ambling along and then suddenly stopped quite a distance ahead, looking fully alert, ears up. I think he must have heard us. When he took off, streaming across the grass, it was magical...
I uploaded this picture last night, intending to write my usual sort of daily-chronicle post. Then my eye wandered from the rainbows inscribed on the bubble to the blunt, browned ends of the grass and I got distracted by the ruthlessness with which we shear off the tender edges of nature...
One memorable morning, when I was walking on the same road where the turtle died, I saw five one hundred dollar bills in the grass. There was also some mail that presumably identified the owner. This was just down the street from a middle school, so I went there and learned that, yes...
So, to join in I looked through some of my photo collection and found a few to fit. I tried to find some different ones, things you wouldn’t usually expect. Like an orange, or a pumpkin (though I did just have to throw that one in). ...