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Tag Archives: plants
Reaching for the sun
It doesn’t really matter where we think dreams come from, they often have things to say. Some regard them as spiritual, most accept their psychology but however we see them it is undeniable that we access areas not usually available … Continue reading
Field of dreams..?
Long, long ago, when the world was still young and I was younger still, I moved into a house with a garden. It wasn’t much of a garden, long-deserted, overgrown and gone to seed, but my mind painted it in … Continue reading
Posted in flowers, Memories, nature, Photography, Spirituality, The Silent Eye
Tagged beauty, childhood, consciousness, dreams, gardening, herbs, learning through experience, Life, Patience, plants, sunrise, symbolism
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Between the cracks
I wandered out into the early morning garden, clad in sandals and dressing gown, in search of The Ball. The dog had hidden the darned thing again and stood at the door grinning, while I did what I was expected … Continue reading
Posted in Photography, Spirituality, The Silent Eye
Tagged gardening, herbs, leaving space, Life, nature, plants, wildflowers
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A touch of sun…
Taking advantage of an almost dry day, where the showers had done little to wet grass that was being dried by a rare bit of sun, I mowed the grass. I can’t call my squishy quagmire a lawn, not by … Continue reading
Fun #midnighthaiku
* Glimpses of magic Nature has a sense of fun Sometimes gardens smile *
From weeds to wildflowers…
When my son’s old driveway was constructed, no-one thought to lay a weed membrane beneath it. Consequently, when a nice crop of weeds grew between the blocks I, as the designated gardener, had to tackle the things. I won’t use … Continue reading
Posted in The Silent Eye
Tagged expectations, freedom, Garden, nature vs nurture, people, plants, relationships
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Lord of the Deep. Trees and Plants. ~ Willow Willers
Reblogged from Willow, who continues to share her experiences at the Lord of the Deep weekend: After the second Drama on the Saturday morning of the Silent Eye Workshop we had a break, then a presentation from Lorraine Munn on … Continue reading
Posted in The Silent Eye
Tagged Animals, learning, Lord of the Deep, nature, plants, silent eye workshop, spirituality, trees
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Garden of Extinction reblogged from champagnewhisky
Reblogged from champagnewhisky… “Any species, now matter how unusual or common, is vulnerable…”: Of all the areas of the stunning Kirstenbosch National Botanical Gardens in Cape Town, South Africa – and all the areas are stunning – one in particular … Continue reading
springtime, new delhi from dhamma footsteps
Reblogged from dhamma footsteps POSTCARD #194: NEW DELHI: Watering the plants upstairs on the roof terrace and there’s this small one looking so simple and symmetrical, extraordinary. I take a photo of it and zoom into the wonderful experience of … Continue reading