Bare branches do not mourn their naked state standing against a winter sky uncovered The fields do not grieve the fallow season nourishing themselves with rest And so we too go dormant to regroup, to restore gathering what we need close to our hearts Finding the quiet space to heal ourselves - Caroline A. Slee
We choose the joy of the open air all sunshine and snowy peaks and the sweet grasses blooming underfoot we choose the joy of a departure from the everyday leaving our worries far behind ascending to the light - Caroline A. Slee
Peaks
The constant heart holds fast dual identities the unstoppable force the immovable object coexisting in one space the constant heart builds room for the contradictions planting roots growing sturdy stalwart against all comers - Caroline A. Slee #MondayBlogs 05/19/2025
Constant
I haven't done one of these #FridayPhilosophy posts in a very long time, and I don't have a specific theme as I normally would. We have fourteen school days left (including today), so it is safe to say that the only driving thought is that I'm hanging on by a thread! 😀 Today also marks … Continue reading #Friday Philosophy 05/16/2025
#Friday Philosophy 05/16/2025
With hope we cast lanterns against the darkness whether floating or flying the ornate or the plain a light in the window to guide us home and though it may flicker though the ashes may rise we set new lights aglow to stand as beacons against the darkness against the danger welcoming us to return … Continue reading Against the Darkness
Against the Darkness
The floods return to the paths they carved over centuries passing through the same rocky breach a remembered route to the least resistance though simple things may shift the path the earth remembers the rocks smooth their edges as the flood waters rush again and again a cycle unbroken until the rocks tumble into dust … Continue reading The Floods Return
The Floods Return
the flowers reclaim the space that is their own thriving in the sun what was dormant returns revived, but slow to wake flowing like water to heal the souland the universe shiftsthe stars align life blooms fully against all odds as we close out the noise take a deep breath and step into the new … Continue reading The Universe Shifts
The Universe Shifts
Whispering memory stands like a ghost at the corner of the room and in the pit of my stomach it serves as a comfort, a balm and a jolt of sour adrenaline pulling me through time to anywhere but this moment and I know we remain who we always were though separated by veils or … Continue reading Whispering Memory
Whispering Memory
Frostbitten When breathing grows sharp and the skin flushes with a burn a frostbitten sky sending the cold when the winter falls like night with snow hugging the ground we tuck ourselves in layers against chilled elements we lean into the weather pushing into breathtaking wind carrying the memory of flowers the season shifts and … Continue reading Frostbitten
Frostbitten
Chaos Against the Calm Though an island may be beset from every side and every front the calm prevails Though the skies pull fire from the fevered thoughts of mankind below chaos finds a dead end Though the warring wolves jockey for dominance the quiet voice of reason and truth shines through the storms And … Continue reading Chaos Against the Calm