Making a Wish for Peace
‘Tis the season of feathery parachutes floating here and drifting there with the scent of lilac and apple blossoms. May each one spread a seed of peace.
‘Tis the season of feathery parachutes floating here and drifting there with the scent of lilac and apple blossoms. May each one spread a seed of peace.
I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief… For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free. – Wendell Berry – In this season of love, how do we surround ourselves with the peace that most of us desire? How…
“Are you a Christmas lover or a Christmas hater?,” my doctor asked me when I went in to have my back and hip adjusted yesterday. When I hesitated and said, “I’m tolerating it a lot better this year” and “I love Christmas lights” he said, “I’m putting you on my Christmas haters list. I am…
With a warm heart, nature paints her creations with colors of joy; planting the seeds of peaceful dreams for winter’s long sleep.
For me, when I walk along the Cocheco I am in a place that I can feel and sense much more than is readily visible. It is a place that grounds me when I am feeling overwhelmed by grief or self-pity or just the drowning busyness of day-to-day life. It was just what I needed…