Forest Bathing

A term that means visiting a forest for relaxation. Or a walk through the woods to aid in a person’s well being and serenity. And what better time of year for this idea of forest bathing, than fall.

The forests here in Vermont are finally undergoing their autumn changes. Warmer weather in September slowed the process. And some worried that the colors might be muted or the leaves would fall off too quickly once the cooler weather arrived.

But as I stroll through the forests near where I live, as I bathe in their colorful splendor, I know that nature is right on schedule.

Autumn is here. And the forest is displaying her extravagance, splashing the earth with her glorious hues.

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It is truly the perfect time for forest bathing.

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From Lake Willoughby With Love

There is a place. In the far northeast corner of Vermont. A place I have come to love. A place where I have over the years sought peace and serenity and found so much more. It holds a very special place in my heart.

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Lake Willoughby.

With her towering mountains that stand guard over her shores.

With her calm and reflective waters.

With iher glorious vistas and magnificent sunsets.

It is a place where worries fall away and life slows down. A step back into a simpler time. And wonder around every corner and on every mountain top.

It’s always hard to leave. But I know that she’s always here for me. Waiting patiently until I return again.

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From Lake Willoughby with love…

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Gifts from the Sea

I spent two days by the sea. On the southern coast of Maine. A place full of familiar sights and so much that is unchartered territory. A place to lose and find myself. A place filled with gifts. Gifts from the sea.image

It is a place I love.

A few times a year I make my way there. Because the gifts it offers, are the ones I am longing for. Gifts that replenish and exhilarate me.

The soothing and tranquil waters of the Casco Bay.

The ancient and weathered rocks that create the shoreline.

The crashing waves of the open ocean that ebb and flow.

The fragile and beautiful shells that are left behind to be found.

Time with the sea is my gift to myself.

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A gift that I never tire of receiving.

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And the sea never tires of giving…

Small Moments

Small moments in time.

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We experience many such moments each and every day.

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I try to capture these through my words and my pictures. Sometimes it works. And those moments are caught. Their meaning, their essence, and their grace shines through radiantly and perfectly.

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While away for Christmas with my family, I saw and I felt and I experienced, so many of these small and wondrous moments.

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Here are my pictures of those moments. I hope that they convey the joy, the warmth, the love, the beauty, and the magic of how I am feeling this holiday season.

It isn’t necessarily the grand events or big moments that are the most memorable…

Instead, sometimes it is the small moments in time, that warm our hearts and bring us peace.

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Turning The Corner

On the road of life we sometimes come to a place where…suddenly and almost without warning… the fog lifts.

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And as you turn the corner, you can see clearly, that the path in front of you is wide open.

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The past has become the past. It is behind me now. I’m standing in the present moment. Seeing, feeling, touching, hearing, tasting.

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The future completely unknown. But not in a frightening way. An exciting way. I am finally trusting the adventure of being alive.

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It has been quite some time since I have really looked around. Really noticed this amazing life I’m living.

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And to see how important it was for me to go through the pain and sadness instead of around it. Because in doing so I came out the other side.

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And I found that I am ok. Better than ok. I am me again.

The lightness, the happiness, the joy is back.

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I’m standing on a different edge. One that’s in the here and now.

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Knowing that I have discovered something inside me through this journey of healing that won’t let me fall.  But instead it will give me the wings I need…

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to fly.

These Hills

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The first time I saw these words I felt something stir deep inside me. My heart expanding, my soul awakening, my spirit singing. These words…and the hills here where I make my home are what inspire and lift me up.

I went and visited the cemetery where this inscribed granite stone resides, again on Sunday. The peace I felt was immediate.

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This peace is something I feel often while gazing out upon the green and rolling hills of Vermont.

A peace that grows with every breathtaking view I’m blessed to experience.

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I’m finding that there is more and more peace inside me with each passing day. A calm serenity that often felt elusive in the past. Perhaps it’s because I am surrounded by  hills.

And these hills that I lift mine eyes upon, are truly a glorious gift.

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Miracles

 It seems that everywhere I go, people are talking about miracles.

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Small miracles, big miracles and medium sized miracles.

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Miracles are happening. And they are happening all around us.

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It’s easy to not see them. It’s easy to walk right by. It’s easy in our day to day lives to forget…life itself is a miracle.

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I feel as though I am waking up, from a very long sleep. Everything feels fresh and new and beautiful.

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This is a miracle.

I’m noticing things. Things once overlooked or barely glanced at. I am realizing that every day little miracles are happening. Around me and within me.

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This is a miracle.

I feel a deep faith, a deep conviction, that everything is going to be ok. No matter what crosses my path, I will be ok.

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This is a miracle.

I have a lightness in my heart and in my soul. I feel at home within myself. I have hope and I feel peace.

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This is a miracle.

I’ve found that I don’t need to question any of this. I don’t need to know where it came from or why.

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This is a miracle.

And all it takes is believing.

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That is the miracle.