When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world. John Muir It is a sad day when a tree is struck be lighting, burned in a fire or just dies of decay and sickness. Nature has its own way of changing and renewing. Disturbances […]
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It’s a long journey my Love, The one that whispers your name In the rustling leaves And the humming wind scattering my longings in the morning mist In the kiss of the Earth to the rising Warmth and the chirping of hopes Scurrying a promise of love It’s a long journey Dearest, The one that
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Part One Is snowing. Big fluffy flakes spark the tulle swayed by the wind, hiding under white cottony layers everything on its way. I get out of bed ready for my morning coffee, and as I look at the snow covering the window’s sill, a tiny sparrow chirps and flies around to catch my attention.
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“You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment.” -Henry David Thoreau Today could have been a moment of resentment and getting lost in the past. By some miracle, though, I was able to distance myself from my story and see pass it, into the role
“Start where you are. Use what you have. Do what you can.” Arthur Ashe Some days I feel as my life is too small. I do ordinary things in ordinary places. When I left Venezuela I thought it was for good. I sold everything I had to fund the dream of building a life in…
… I drew [The Little Winter Gardens] several times and there was no feeling in them. Then afterwards — after I had done the ones that were so stiff — came the others. It is the same with the clumsy and awkward things. HOW IT HAPPENS I CAN EXPRESS SOMETHING OF THAT KIND? Because the
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