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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. 

Cranes... bid farewell to them always touches me deep in my heart.

So many feelings.

Pure joy, to hear their striking, distinctive call.

Melancholy, to see them moving away again.

Hope, to see them again next year.

Desire, to go with them.

Humbleness, for the creation of Mother Nature.

Love, because these creatures are simply magnificent.

So many thoughts.

Inseparably connected with their migration in autumn is that winter is coming, as well as their return in spring is carrying the promise of summer.

The Wheel of time.

Endings and new beginnings. 

Life.

How do you feel about?

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.

“Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.”

What we are doing to the forests of the world is but a mirror reflection of what we are doing to ourselves and to one another.

Chris Maser, Forest Primeval (via sanalebihan)

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!

The words with which a child’s heart is poisoned, whether through malice or through ignorance, remain branded in his memory, and sooner or later they burn his soul.

Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind

“PIPPIN: I didn't think it would end this way. GANDALF: End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it. PIPPIN: What? Gandalf? See what? GANDALF: White shores, and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise. PIPPIN: Well, that isn't so bad. GANDALF: No. No, it isn't.”

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Rest in Peace Sir Ian 

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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.

What an irony it is that these living beings whose shade we sit in, whose fruit we eat, whose limbs we climb, whose roots we water, to whom most of us rarely give a second thought, are so poorly understood. We need to come, as soon as possible, to a profound understanding and appreciation for trees and forests and the vital role they play, for they are among our best allies in the uncertain future that is unfolding.

Jim Robbins, The Man Who Planted Trees: Lost Groves, Champion Trees, and an Urgent Plan to Save the Planet

"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.

I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts, I liked that certain, undefinable something.

Haruki Murakami, The Unvisited

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

When much in the Woods as a little girl, I was told that the Snake would bite me, that I might pick a poisonous flower, or Goblins kidnap me, but I went along and met no one but Angels

Emily Dickinson, from a letter to T. W. Higginson, August 1862

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 world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.

J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring 

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.

What we are doing to the forests of the world is but a mirror reflection of what we are doing to ourselves and to one another.

Chris Maser, Forest Primeval

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....”

Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love.

Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

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.

If you were born without wings, do nothing to prevent them from growing.

Coco Chanel