
first day of winter, it’s surprisingly warm around here, 9 C! a stroll in the park by the river and watch the sunset was a wonderful. it was gorgeous out there!

first day of winter, it’s surprisingly warm around here, 9 C! a stroll in the park by the river and watch the sunset was a wonderful. it was gorgeous out there!

I’m so glad to live in a world where there are Octobers
LM Montgomery
The weather was gorgeous this weekend, I had a long walk outdoors and I was so pleased to see beauty in every corner.
Like this visitor in our small bay. Blue heron birds generally stop by this time of the year during their migration to the south. It’s not easy to get them to be still for the photo, I think this one enjoyed all the attention.

“Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I was a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns”
George Eliot
The trees are beautiful and graciously letting go of their leaves.

And the sun took a step back, the leaves lulled themselves to sleep and Autumn was awakened
Raquel Franco
Glad I could enjoy this warm weekend outdoors, and I cleaned up the backyard and the barbecue as well. It’s time to turn my attention to indoors and inward to myself.
I hope you had a great weekend and a lovely starting of the week.

I’ve just noticed that my last ‘noticing’ post was in May! Oh my goodness! How the time flies and I let go of things that give me pleasure so easily!
First of all: Happy new season to you!
In my part of the world, we are entering Autumn. It’s so pretty out there! I had a long walk in the woods this weekend, noticing how slowly the changes are happing, how the earth is getting ready for the winter.
I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.
L.M. Montgomery

These pretty ones have their own charm! They made think about simplicity, grounding, and like people, the true essence is what matters.
There are as many ways of loving as there are people, and that wildflower variety is the great beauty of this dimension of existence.
Rumi
Wishing you a lovely Sunday!
E.

“Flying starts from the ground. The more grounded you are, the higher you fly.”
J.R. Rim
Interesting is that I’m not grounded at all, not sure why I’ve chosen this quote for today. Maybe because I’m searching for grounding after my vacation. I took this photo last week during my flight back home. It was a beautiful sunny day, perfect for ‘cloud’ photography.

Hello my friends,
How are you doing? I’m doing OK! Busy with certain things and lazy with others. Getting work and chores done, and letting ‘me time’ for the gap in between. In main while getting lost away from myself.
“Spring is the time of plans and projects.”
Leo Tolstoy
I’ve realized that there are few spring days left, I should be more productive and catch up with my projects:

Photography: My main subject is my garden, it’s blooming with flowers and birds.
“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.”
Rainer Maria Rilke

Journaling: I’m writing and writing, but I’m changing my style. I used to write in the 1st person, using I/Me. I’m trying to write using She/You, like if I’m a character in a story. Not sure if it makes sense, but when I read about the others, I’m compassionate, I’m not judgmental, I try to understand the reason behind the acts. I need to have more compassion towards myself.
“Art has a voice – let it speak.”
Rochelle Carr

Art Journaling: Trying to put together colours and images that speak to me. I’m always attracted to abstract art, I think that our mind sees what needs to be seen. I want my pages showing freedom, no rules, only feelings.
Wishing you a great week, enjoy the last days of this season!
E.

Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are.
Rumi
Wildflowers are blooming in my garden. They are pretty, each one in its own way. They are looking for space, sharing the Earth and the sunshine.

No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path.
Buddha
Sharing with Nurturing Thursday.

Flowers are the music of the ground. From earth’s lips spoken without sound.
Edwin Curran
just because it’s may and my garden is blooming!