and just zen..

I had to pull over to the side of the road just because I felt the urge to look at the flowers blooming on the bush.

IMG_20180511_173302_080.jpgSometimes you need to stop everything and just be in that moment. Just marvel at the beautiful things that surround you. The flowers, the blue of the sky, the smell of green and sunshine. Breathe that moment. Live that moment. Own that moment. Thank that moment.

Just living is not enough. One must have freedom, sunshine and a little flower. – Hans Christian Anderson

sαℓт & sιмρℓιcιтү

change in direction

salty air in springtime breeze

sweet simplicity

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Day trippin north. I never head north, always south, so I needed to head north. Fresh little markets and azure waters dot my route and it takes my mind off the strangeness these first few months of this new year that have got me feeling.

Unglued. Maybe that’s not the best word. They’ve made me go back inside my head and hang in there very much trying to piece together a puzzle. Is it the black juju word curse from the start of the year? Did I not give myself enough time to grieve the things I should have? Did I unwittingly run away?  Or is it just life in process as always. In my head. That’s where the drama and comedy play out the most. Either way, simply a most beautiful day.

 

 

ᎦᎥᏒᏋ ᎥᏁ ᏖᏂᏋ ᎶᏒᏋᏋᏁ.

Winters southern embrace, January 2017

I’d walk the pathway around the park roughly the same time every day before I head down to the shore to watch the suns grand finale on the big stage. Every day as I’d make my way around the loop I’d try to take visual note of the slightest shifting of shadow and light dancing among the fern as the sun would gently begins its slow decline. Nature. My solace. My equalizer. Its magic on this day, the fire breathing sun set tree Spirit alive.

glory in the green

a fire in the belly

even trees rejoice

 

 

 

 

Brushed Pine In Moonlight.

February 26, 2018 5:37 pm. End of Month Nature Walk

I made my way through the park wanting to get a certain angle of the long overreaching arm of a magnificent oak tree that stands guard over the swing at the ponds edge but the position of the sun is off. I look up between the limbs, and this beauty. Another lofty moon snapshot. This one in real time, not at all in retro, and not too bad for a little cell phone camera and some fun with filters.

Spring arrives early down south, and with it comes that recycled exuberance for life and the belief that anything is possible.

brushed pine in moonlight

quiet is the winter’s end

hope blossoms like crocus