swansong-willows: (via Bonnie Anne Pinard / Pinterest)
The greatest achievement was at first and for a time a dream. The oak sleeps in the acorn, the bird waits in the egg, and in the highest vision of the soul a waking angel stirs. Dreams are the seedlings of realities.
I took my troubles down to Madame Rue
You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth
She’s got a pad down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine
Sellin’ little bottles of Love Potion No. 9
Lyrics from ~Love Potion No. 9
“A word is not a crystal, transparent and unchanged, it is the skin of a living thought and may vary greatly in color and content according to the circumstances and the time in which it is used”
The Giant’s Head, Mudmaid and Grey Lady wait to be discovered along Woodland Walk. This sheltered path comes to life as these woodland sculptures reveal themselves, emerging silently from the beautiful natural landscape.
~The Lost Gardens of Heligan
I am half Ojibwe, First Nations. In the Ojibwe language there is no word for “goodbye”. Instead we use “baamaapii” which means, “until later”… Baamaapii summertime! *wistful pout*
“Give me a spirit that on this life’s rough sea Loves to have his sails filled with a lusty wind, Even till his sail-yards tremble, his masts crack, And his rapt ship run on her side so low That she drinks water, and her keel plows air”
As the first rays of sunshine break through the sleepy forest, it’s wondrous beauty shines again for another day…