I love crocus’. They’re hope in my garden. They’re a promise that beautiful things are here; are on the way. They proof that after every cold, unpredictable winter comes something beautiful.
You may not always have a comfortable life and you will not always be able to solve all of the world’s problems at once but don’t ever underestimate the importance you can have because history has shown us that courage can be contagious and hope can take on a life of its own. :Michelle Obama
Among the many things that made last weekend wonderful was the sense of wonder that I felt visiting the butterflies, Niagara Falls and the floral showcase.
I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
I Hope You Dance by Lee Ann Womack
I am so grateful for feeling that sense of wonder. It felt like … there was magic in the air.
Surrounded by soft wings that floated, swirled, sat still and soaked in the sunshine. It’s incredibly peaceful and soothing in there!
Then we were next to the thundering of water. It was as loud as the butterflies were quiet. The make-you-feel-tiny volume of water will always amaze me.
Our final stop that day was to the Floral Showcase. Greenhouses that hold vibrant uplifting displays of colour and soothing, grounding shades of green. Everywhere you turned another leaf or petal caught your imagination.
My children were fortunate to have some amazing, caring teachers in elementary school. These teachers taught them their A,B,Cs and 1,2,3s but more importantly taught them that they can be the good in this world. ~~It truly takes a village to raise a child.
It’s been a few years since my kids were in this teacher’s class but I’m lucky enough to keep in touch with her via Facebook.
I am very moved and inspired by how she empowers her kids to ‘be the good’.
I have such hope for our next generation. And I am immensely grateful for those who give kids the encouragement to ‘be the good’; to those who hold the mirror up for our kids showing them how bright they are.
They fascinate me with their ever-changing shapes and the way the play with the colours and light. Clouds never fail to provide scope for the imagination.
“when we look up, it widens our horizons. we see what a little speck we are in the universe, so insignificant, and we all take ourselves so seriously, but in the sky, there are no boundaries. No differences of caste or religion or race.”
― Julia Gregson, East of the Sun
When you’re a kid, you lay in the grass and watch the clouds going over, and you literally don’t have a thought in your mind. It’s purely meditation, and we lose that.
In the life of a Mom silence is a precious thing. I cherish the moments knowing that the moments will stretch into longer and longer times as they grow older. (I try not to think too much about that…it brings sadness into my cherished silence.)
I had several photos to pick from as silence and quiet moments are very much needed for me to recharge. I seek silence daily.
The WordPress photo challenge was to show what silence looks like. What do your moments of silence look like?