A few storms have moved into my neighborhood. Not only in the sense of a few unrestful feelings, but also in the form of lower temperatures and mountain snow. I recognize that my creativity peaks whenever adversity strikes and the ideas are just pouring out of me. I have no choice but to jot them down for times when I will be able to engage in the process of bringing them to live.
I’m seeking solitude in nature today and trust her to calm my troubled soul. I’m ok for the most part, but I’m still working through the helplessness of not being in a position of changing things a whole lot right now. In the meantime reality still causes me some grief and remains unchanged.
Today my wisdom reminds me to seek a pop of color whenever your skies are gray. This picture was taken last week and shows that your pop of color can come in all kinds of shapes and all kinds of places. It doesn’t matter where it is, or what it is you do, just find the spot that puts your soul at ease and allow the stresses to melt away. Xo 🦋
A haunter of the woods; one who loves the forest and it’s beauty and solitude.
I always find myself amazed and it’s hard to believe that these sightings are in my neighborhood. The day is off to a good start with the encounter of 35 Pronghorn Antelopes. I always feel like they don’t belong here and that their exotic looks belong in a place like Afrika. However, it’s not the first time to see them and I usually find them grazing along this one stretch. I look for them each time we drive by, but I haven’t seen them anywhere else but here. Today it was the number of animals that I found unusual and unique. It takes me to believing that there is some significance and that it is a sign. Perhaps to explore the symbolic and spiritual meaning of these beautiful animals in a different post.
Silence was the quest for today and this was one of the places that I found it. My soul feels nourished and restored, while my mind is still, ready to tackle another busy day of hiring.
The days are getting so short now and I stayed out until the last minute. Soaking in all the magic of this beautiful day, that felt and reminded me of summer. Xo 🦋🍁
This picture was taken the same day as the vintage barn. In our quest for color, we ventured farther into the legacy of a volcanic past. A time of pressure and immense force, a time of eruption and extreme heat that burned everything within its past. It sounds devastating and yet I look at this picture, and I am reminded that even in times like those, it is possible for beauty to prevail and flourish.
Carefullly crafted, a home filled with love and protection.
Once a shelter of comfort and warmth,
now empty, lonely and cold.
Distant memories, faded, replaced by ever changing times.
Oh what a joy and tender moments it must have seen,
moments that filled a Mothers heart and made it beat.
Moments of nourishment that will not be forgotten,
moments forever engraved on ones soul.
Could you see yourself camping here? The high Sierra at it’s best in this heavenly spot near Mammoth Lakes. I would never want to leave, but then, what else is new. Xo 💙