Noticing how my handwriting follows my mood. This morning is loaded with scattered thoughts and as I result I have messed up pages. Transferring from the mind to the paper, questioning and making sense of myself.
E.
Noticing how my handwriting follows my mood. This morning is loaded with scattered thoughts and as I result I have messed up pages. Transferring from the mind to the paper, questioning and making sense of myself.
E.
Noticing and being grateful!
Yes! It’s Friday!
Tulips on my table
Coffee
Flannel PJs
My journal by my side
Candle light - still dark
Silence
Solitude
And you? What are you grateful for?
E.
Guiding my way home
Wolf moon
Shining in the eastern sky
Full moon blessings to you!
E.
Any else dreaming of spring?
The steps to my garden are frozen
The jar patiently
Waits
For spring
To do its job
My garden
Still pretty in the winter
Snow flakes dancing
In the middle of the stillness
Have a nice Tuesday!
E.
Noticing tiny pleasures in small gestures, like getting these tulips at the grocery store yesterday. My favourite flowers that only show up here in the spring, it was lovely to find them in the middle of the winter.
Have a great Sunday!
E.
Setting priorities and glueing pieces together this Saturday morning. Thoughts turn clear when words are written on a blank page. We make them concrete, we can fix, edit and at the end make sense of what was deeply hidden inside us.
Make a place to sit down.
Sit down. Be quiet.
You must depend upon
affection, reading, knowledge,
skill—more of each
than you have—inspiration
work, growing older, patience,
for patience joins time
to eternity…
Wendell Berry, Given
Happy Friday!
E.
Winter wonderland by my door
Should I go out to enjoy the softness?
I posted the photo and the text on IG a few days ago. I received many lovely comments and my friends said I’ve inspired them! So I’m sharing it here, maybe you will be inspired as well.
E.