Warm Birch
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The… Continue reading
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The… Continue reading
In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer. – Albert Camus
Why should she give her bounty to the dead? What is divinity if it can come Only in silent shadows and in dreams? Shall she not find in comforts of the sun, In… Continue reading
Our thoughts create our reality – where we put our focus is the direction we tend to go. – Peter McWilliams
When all the world is young, lad, And all the trees are green; And every goose a swan, lad And every lass a queen; Then hey for boot and horse, lad, And round… Continue reading