Return of Happiness

“ Soon happy, carefree days will come back to us and merriment will brightly illuminate shady spots. “

Lily of the Valley in the Victorian Language of Flowers

Calming your fears

“ I am come to calm your fears; to console you in the absence of bright days and to reassure you of their return. “

Snowdrops in the Victorian language of flowers

Love does not need a giver or receiver

Love does not need a giver or receiver to exist, nor does it need to be manifested. Love is a gift to humanity, but it does not need humanity. Love needs nothing but itself, it gives of itself to itself, yet it does not need to be received for there is no space in which it does not exist.

A peaceful life

Animals have a lot to teach us about slow living.

They live as though time does not exist.

They sleep when they need to sleep, play for joy, cuddle when they feel like it and eat when they are hungry.

They live a natural life, untouched by ambition. Their purpose is simply to be alive.

You don’t have to fill those moments of silence

You don’t have to fill
Those moments of silence
With anything
But deep gentling breaths
Like summer tide softening
Upon a quiet bay
Hidden away from the storm.

Don’t worry, breathe, and think deep

The world is continually evolving and going through cycles. We need to align ourselves with the rhythm of nature. If we do, the future can be an exciting time for new beginnings and growth. We need to pay close attention to what is going on around us and how it affects us, we might need to reassemble and rearrange our plans moving forward. Don’t worry, if we do, it will all work out for the best.

When the sun sets in the West

When the sun sets in the West
It is a splendid portal bloomed from the day
It is not a sorrow to bid farewell
But an elfin door to receive a guest.

Forever will life be a lyrical quest
Keeping treasures safe from age
Until we sail on green waves into the West
To open anew the beginning page.

Lullaby for the weary

In the glow of evening stars
Soul-winds lace the growing tides
And shades the dimming sky,
And as twilight ripens
We forget the worries of the past.
And hearts that burn and ache with pain
From memories that robs and steal
The peace from blessed sleep
Will set aside the toiling world
And quest anew for a love-blest day
And let hope again infuse the heart
With the sun’s boon of wonder.