Sunday, August 30, 2015

goodbye my friend



I will miss living in a world in which Wayne Dyer lives too.

But I will be forever grateful that I did live in one, for awhile.

Goodbye my friend.

Friday, August 14, 2015

a part

“The sun shines not on us but in us. The rivers flow not past, but through us.
Thrilling, tingling, vibrating every fiber and cell of the substance of our bodies,
making them glide and sing. The trees wave and the flowers bloom in our bodies
as well as our souls, and every bird song, wind song, and tremendous storm song
of the rocks in the heart of the mountains is our song,
our very own, and sings our love.”
John Muir


I often wonder when we will realize that we, as human beings, are not apart from nature.
We are ever so a part of nature.

Friday, August 7, 2015

happy times in magical places

There is a dessert in British Columbia... and we went there.
Among the green hills filled with grape vine and apple trees, there lies a dry-shrub grassland referred to as a desert. This magical little piece of land is known as Canada's pocket desert. Oh if I could only put it in my pocket and take it with me. :) Though not exactly like the deserts we are all familiar with, it is really not all that different. And it is one of Canada’s most fragile and endangered ecosystems, according to the Osoyoos Desert Society. 
 
 
 We walked along the boardwalk they had built many years ago. Most of the animals of this desert were hiding away from the heat, but there were so many interesting little plants and ground coverings. Our guide was extremely knowledgeable about the area, and shared many tidbits of information with our small group.
 
And without doubt, there were the most beautiful views in all directions.
Make sure you visit here one day, if you are driving through.
Osoyoos Desert Society

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

sunset over water

 
 I've seen many sunsets in my life, but this one was one of my favourites.
Skaha Lake in the Okanagan, along with those 'mountains' as they call them
(only hills in my eyes), make for a perfect backdrop.
 
As the clouds moved in, the colours began to pop.
And this was the ever wonderful result.
Beauty and peace.

 
This was the beginning days of our trip to Okanagan Falls and the area around there.

Monday, June 29, 2015

tall trees

“Trees are the Earth’s endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.”
Rabindranath Tagore
 
 
We spent another beautiful weekend in my favourite of places... Banff.
We hiked and climbed and even went up Sulphur Mountain in the gondola.
The beauty of this area is ever changing, yet familiar in it's embrace.
It was a lovely visit home.

Monday, June 22, 2015

summer came to us

Summer came to us with showers and sunshine.
The scent of after rain was everywhere.
We celebrated the sun and nature and family.
And life was easy and good for all.

Friday, May 29, 2015

a lake in late spring

If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water.
Loren Eiseley
... and some in trees too. A little in sky... and a lot in mountains.
:)

Monday, May 4, 2015

wanderer, there is no road

“Wanderer, your footsteps are the road, and nothing more;
wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking.
By walking one makes the road,
and upon glancing behind one sees the path that never will be trod again.
Wanderer, there is no road... "
Antonio Machado
 


 

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

springtime after a long winter

My lake has completely melted over the past week. The water is flowing freely...
the ducks and geese are swimming... and the sun is shining on those little ripples,
performing a magical dance for all who pass.
Nothing feels better than Springtime after a long Winter.
 

And that sky... oh how blue that sky is.

Each season has it's glorious sky colours. But Spring has the bluest of all.
 
As I walk around the lake this day, my mind drifts to a distant memory...
my wedding day... and a poem that was included, somehow, in my ceremony.

It's funny! I can't remember the details of my wedding day, though I worked very hard on those details. :) It's all a blur. But I do remember being extremely happy... and feeling loved.

And this poem... suddenly I remember this poem.
 
 i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
 e.e.cummings
 
For whatever you see God to be or not to be...
a day like this deserves a grateful thought sent high above.

I hope you are enjoying your Springtime.