Last week saw the autumnal equinox (and the vernal equinox if you live in the southern hemisphere).
A day when the world is perfectly balanced and in harmony.
A day when everyone in the world shares this balance: an equal number of hours of daylight and night.
For two days every year, when we all have 12 hours of light and 12 hours of dark, I like to think of everyone around the globe as being united by a thread of light.
An invisible string that reminds us of our shared experiences rather than our differences.
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Late summer merges into the mellow beauty of early autumn.
A single leaf flutters to the ground. Its clarity is a marvel. (Click each photo to enlarge.)
The dog meditates on the essence of leaves and all their passionate colours.
Autumn beauty is luminous…
Its fire and light brighten my world, while also bestowing on me a sense of serenity.
These are my autumn treasures. What are yours?
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Life is uncharted territory; an unknown path leading to endless possibilities and adventures.
It tells its story one moment at a time.
Let’s run up that hill and embrace it with both hands open.
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You know how sometimes – if you’re very lucky – you have a magical experience that stays with you forever – inside the treasure chest of your memory?
Well, a few days ago, I had such an experience. At the National Museum in Stockholm of all places. I was one of six participants/audience members in an artwork called Symphony of a Missing Room.
The artwork consisted of us wearing headphones and listening to a voice and sound effects. Most of the time was spent blindfolded. Scary? No! The overwhelming sensation was one of love, caring and the endless possibilities of life.
I found myself being led by hands that felt like feathers. Soft touches guided me while the voice in the headphones helped me explore the architecture of my own imagination. I imagined magical rooms, enchanted gardens, the laughter of children.
When the blindfold came off, I found myself in a room full of columns and graceful sculptures.
I never once saw my soft-handed angel, but when I woke up the next morning, her memory was so strong I could smell her distinctive perfume.
And even now, I find myself taking out the memory of that magical walk through the museum, holding it like a brightly-coloured jewel and smiling softly.
And marvelling at the incredible – and beautiful – power of the imagination.
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(You can click the photos to enjoy the full glory of a wet dog.)
First comes the thinking; the temptation that is almost too much to bear.
Then, take the plunge! A streak of gold…
A glorious splash heralds fulfillment.
Submerged in delicious abandon…
Leading to satisfaction.
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“I would like to believe when I die that I have given myself away like a tree that sows seeds every spring and never counts the loss, because it is not loss. It is adding to future life. It’s the tree’s way of being. Strongly rooted perhaps, but spilling out its treasure on the wind.”
– May Sarton
Don’t you just love those glorious late summer skies? What treasures are you grateful for?
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They came in flocks. Hissing as they swooped over rooftops.
Everyone rushed out with cameras, hoping to catch some of their colourful beauty
As they flew overhead like exotic birds.
One balloon hovered so near that we could read the newspaper headlines on it.
Later on, when the yolk of the setting sun broke to spread its gold on the waters of the lake,
Anklebiter #1 turned to me and said, “Don’t forget to tell your readers about the day the news came floating by.”
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Here are Oscar’s tips on how to find joy.
Make space for the spiritual.
And get plenty of love and rest.
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Sometimes, you are privileged to see something so spectacular that it takes your breath away. (And makes you miss your bus to work.)
The sky hangs so low that you can reach up and pluck a cloudy fruit.
Its silken canopy lies reflectively in the serene waters.
Sometimes the view is so perfect that there are no words to describe it.
You just have to stand still and drink it all in.
After all, there will be other buses, but this fragile beauty is a gift.
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“In the sweetness of friendship, let there be laughter and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.”
– Kahlil Gibran
Sometimes a glorious summer evening explodes with sunny delight.
Calling your name so that you have to get out there and enjoy that light.
You rush to get yourself a set of wheels and you’re off!
Small or big, gliding is the only way to meet the intense joy of a light night.
And no matter how tough you look, there is still an appreciative spirit inside…
You are never too tough to enjoy a lovely sunset.
It really is all too easy to judge people by the way they look, isn’t it?
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