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Minus 24 degrees! It is not that I do not like winter; I love how the snow creates a cold, sheltering bed for the flowers and transforms familiar lands into an unknown world. I admire the fragile beauty of snowflakes and ice crystals…each one unique. I try to follow Mother Earth´s advice that this is a time of silence, profundity and introspection. But to be honest, when it is really cold I appreciate a nice tea, some candles and prefer to observe the winter wonderland from inside my cozy home. 

Last night I decided to brave the cold and go out early in the morning to watch the sunrise. Well, the sunrise was hidden behind dense fog, but the scenery still was incredibly beautiful. I love the light in the early mornings, it somehow is a time between time and this morning it was even more special, I think because of the icy temperatures. The air was fresh and pure and the colours seemed to shine from the inside…sometimes it is difficult to find suitable words to honor the beauty of Nature. 

The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness 🍃

A flower does not think of competing with the flower next to it. It just blooms.

The summer solstice speaks of love and light, of freedom and generosity of spirit. It is the time of the year where vibrant flowers whisper to us with scented breath, forests and woodlands hang heavy in the summer’s heat and our souls become enchanted with midsummer magic.

Happy Summer Solstice!

Each day is born with a sunrise and ends in a sunset, the same way we open our eyes to see the light, and close them to hear the dark. You have no control over how your story begins or ends. But by now, you should know that all things have an ending. Every spark returns to darkness. Every sound returns to silence. And every flower returns to sleep with the earth. The journey of the sun and moon is predictable. But yours, is your ultimate ART.

"I wish it need not have happened in my time," said Frodo. "So do I," said Gandalf, "and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”

"Sorry! I don’t want any adventures, thank you. Not Today. Good morning! But please come to tea – any time you like! Why not tomorrow? Good bye!" 

There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call the Twilight Zone.

A delicate fabric of bird song Floats in the air, The smell of wet wild earth Is everywhere. Oh I must pass nothing by Without loving it much, The raindrop try with my lips, The grass with my touch; For how can I be sure I shall see again The world on the first of May Shining after the rain?

Behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begin. Happy Mother's Day!

The earth laughs in flowers

Walk with the dreamers, the believers, the courageous, the cheerful, the planners, the doers, the successful people with their heads in the clouds and their feet on the ground. Let their spirit ignite a fire within you to leave this world better than when you found it...

The seeker might aim to hide too, make sure the person you are waiting for is trustworthy if not there will be no one looking for you.

A sunset is the sun’s fiery kiss to the night.

We are not lonely, because we chose to be alone. We are not lost, because we chose to disappear.

Out of the trees wild people stepped forth...

“Mushrooms were the roses in the garden of that unseen world....”

I tried to discover, in the rumor of forests and waves, words that other men could not hear, and I pricked up my ears to listen to the revelation of their harmony.

Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience

"In the backwoods of nature's soul I left my wild true heart."

“Owl," said Rabbit shortly, "you and I have brains. The others have fluff. If there is any thinking to be done in this Forest--and when I say thinking I mean thinking--you and I must do it.” 

Forests are like churches, hallowed places. There's a stillness about them, a sort of reverence.

In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.

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What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.

Let sleeping wolves lie

If the human race is to survive, then we must respect the rights of other species to survive. Sharing bedroom space with a wolf is not practical but sharing wilderness space is. We must therefore, restrict human activity in spaces where threatened or endangered species live. We must stay out of their bedroom. Set aside some wild spaces while they yet exist. Closing the wild spaces after all of the wild things are gone will not work.

I was born in the middle of a storm You won't find me under the sun My feet are chaos I belong to the wild things

Welcome December!

Bears keep me humble. They help me to keep the world in perspective and to understand where I fit on the spectrum of life. We need to preserve the wilderness and its monarchs for ourselves, and for the dreams of children. We should fight for these things as if our life depended upon it, because it does.

Side? I am on nobody's side, because nobody is on my side, little orc.

Side? I am on nobody's side, because nobody is on my side, little orc.