In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous. Aristotle
Shinrin-yoku (noun) Origin: Japanese | Forest bath; a visit to the forest to take in it’s atmosphere.
This is actually a form of nature therapy that is practiced in Japan ever since the 80s.
Nature is pleased with simplicity. And nature is no dummy. Isaac Newton
The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream. Jack Kerouac
Mångata (noun) Origin: Swedish | The reflection of the moon on the water.
The sun rising.. the moon setting.. the moon rising.. the sun setting. I am lost in the dance. Which is which? I think I know and then I look again and I can’t decide. Does it matter? The start of one and the end of the other which only signals the start of one and the end of the other.
I think that the reflections of the moon on water are amazing. Just as the reflections of the sun on the water are blinding. I am a day person by nature, but you can’t stare at the sun like you can stare at the moon. I love the moon because when it is big and round, you can see the imperfections but you still love it. You still know that it is beautiful. It casts eerie shadows and changes size and appearance when you move. While it is changing, as you move, it follows you. The sun does the same. So does it matter which is which?
In my opinion, they are equal in beauty, substance, and style. Specifically with a nice glass of red. So I ask you, does it really matter?
“The moon is a loyal companion.
It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.
Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.”
I do love me a sunflower. I have always loved them. Even though I am allergic to them. To me they mean summer, sun, beauty, light, happiness. But did you know that in their early stages they will follow the sun from sunrise to sunset? I did not. Or that as they mature, they face East? Neither did I.
On highway 395 from Spokane to Deer Park, there are several sunflower farms. Every time I drove out, to visit dad, I would stop and take pictures from the road, but I always thought they were just fickle. One time they were all facing this way and one time that. I had no idea they followed the sun.
I always thought sunflowers were beautiful, but did you know that the yellow petals are one flower and the fuzzy brown centers are actually individual flowers? ME NEITHR !!! There can be as many as 2,000 little flower in what I used to think were just the seeds that I loved to eat.
What I have always known is that sunflowers are amazing. They are native to the Americas (I am too). They are used to feed, to heal, and to bring light to someone’s day.
“I want to be like a sunflower so that even on the darkest days I will stand tall and find the sunlight.” – Unknown
In honor of this majestic plant, I created my own version of a sunflower for my grand-daughter. I hope you enjoy.
“look at its shape, with vibrant yellows and oranges, a sunflower can brighten your day…it’s as if it is smiling like a happy face painted on the sun…so if you do only one thing all day, let it be to smile, so you can brighten the day of others around you, just like the sunflower”
Beautiful morning in Spokane today. Sunny, cold, beautiful!
“All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.” ― Edgar Allan Poe
Look deeper –
“To change ourselves effectively, we first had to change our perceptions.” ― Stephen R. Covey
“We sit silently and watch the world around us. This has taken a lifetime to learn. It seems only the old are able to sit next to one another and not say anything and still feel content. The young, brash and impatient, must always break the silence. It is a waste, for silence is pure. Silence is holy. It draws people together because only those who are comfortable with each other can sit without speaking. This is the great paradox.” ― Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook