Musings

Our generous Earth graciously reserves space for late bloomers.

Old trees are venerable witnesses to the value of endurance and strength.

There is no crystal ball that can foretell the future. Our best way forward is to be kind to one another.

Morning whitecaps and reflective clouds light the way for November’s contemplative power.

Late October’s low light provides a liminal space from which to launch a new day of endless possibilities.

Raw power is best left to Nature.

Shorter days and lenghtening nights invite us to slow down and devote more attention to the outstanding gardens growing within.

Sharing one’s love of the natural world is
an exquisite experience that goes beyond classification.

A reflective way to make room for hopeful change is to view our environment with a renewed sense of clarity.

To wane doesn’t necessarily indicate decline. Living things need to rest in order to reprise their inherent glory in another season yet to come.