Sound. Light. Shadow. Art. Warmth.
The night. The morning.
Dreams that are not faraway but exist right here- already in my days, hands and heart ..
Victoria Erickson
Artist Credit: Naoko Stoop
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Plants and animals don’t fight the winter; they don’t pretend it’s not happening and attempt to carry on living the same lives that they lived in the summer. They prepare. They adapt. They perform extraordinary acts of metamorphosis to get them through.
Winter is a time of withdrawing from the world, maximising scant resources, carrying out acts of brutal efficiency and vanishing from sight; but that’s where the transformation occurs.
Winter is not the death of the life cycle, but its crucible. Once we stop wishing it were summer, winter can be a glorious season in which the world takes on a sparse beauty and even the pavements sparkle.
It’s a time for reflection and recuperation, for slow replenishment, for putting your house in order.
Doing those deeply unfashionable things; slowing down, letting your spare time expand, getting enough sleep, resting ...
Katherine May
Artist Credit: Lisa Aisato
Source: Facebook - Serendipity Corner
Facebook Memory 11/16/2024
"I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go. Things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right. You believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together." - Marilyn Monroe
Sometimes I long to see through the eyes of my younger self - when magic lived in every corner and wonder painted the ordinary with gold.
When a dandelion was a wish-keeper, not a weed. When puddles were oceans of possibility, not obstacles to avoid. When cardboard boxes became castles, and blanket forts held all the secrets of the universe.
I miss the time when colors didn't need to stay within lines, when grass stains were medals of adventure, not laundry concerns. When every stranger held the potential of friendship, and trust hadn't yet learned to wear armor.
Back then, the moon followed us home like a faithful companion, tree branches whispered ancient stories, and stuffed animals held wisdom deeper than any sage. A hug could heal any wound, and tomorrow was always painted in hope's brightest colors.
In those days, we saw beauty in its purest form - before the world taught us to judge, before time taught us to hurry, before life taught us to fear.
Now, when the world feels too heavy, I close my eyes and remember: that child still lives within me, teaching me to dance in rain puddles and find constellations in spilled sugar. Reminding me that sometimes the greatest wisdom lies in simply believing in magic again.
~ Etheric Echoes
~ Art by Anna Ermolaeva
Source: Facebook - Spirit of a Hippie
More quotes:
Magic is believing in yourself, if you can do that, you can make anything happen.Tell the teenagers
That this will not go on forever, that very very soon, their life will begin again and it will begin in glorious technicolour.
Tell the teenagers
That they are not being left behind, that all the other young people are waiting too, this stress is collective.
Tell the teenagers
That night is darkest before dawn, so if they are feeling extra hopeless right now, that’s because it’s coming to an end, soon.
Tell the teenagers
That it’s possible to feel utter despair and misery, then, for no apparent reason, to wake up one day and to suddenly feel joy again, we don’t know why. Don’t believe anything to be permanent, it’s not.
Tell the teenagers
That we may not understand how this is affecting them but we can imagine, and we can worry. We don’t know what to do for the best but we are here.
Tell the teenagers
That one day they will look back on this and realise it made them a far better human somehow. They will seize the moment, face the fears and take every opportunity with open arms. And when tough times come, they will remember they survived.
Tell the teenagers
To find a little purpose every day and hang onto it, like a life raft. Anything, no matter how small, can keep you afloat.
Tell the teenagers
That what they are enduring right now is not fair, it’s not easy and it is hard. But great things are coming, if they can just hang on and wait…
Wait…
Just a little longer.
Donna Ashworth
https://donnaashworth.com/tell-the-teenagers/