Bring the Moon Over the Meadows

“Bring the moon over the meadows

As you settle down the sun,

And we’ll go dancing with the dark,

Racing the rivers where they run.

For the heart always needs places

No-one else knows that you are,

So you may sew yourself anew

Beneath a blanket made of stars.

Then in the morning like all rivers

We’ll find our footprints by the sea,

And at last you will be you

And I finally feel like me.”

-Erin Hanson

Footsteps in the Sand
Footsteps in the Sand

Show Up and Be Seen

Bear Grass Single, Full Bloom

”I think midlife is when the universe gently places her hands upon your shoulders, pulls you close, and whispers in your ear:
I’m not screwing around. It’s time. All of this pretending and performing – these coping mechanisms that you’ve developed to protect yourself from feeling inadequate and getting hurt – has to go.
Your armor is preventing you from growing into your gifts. I understand that you needed these protections when you were small. I understand that you believed your armor could help you secure all of the things you needed to feel worthy of love and belonging, but you’re still searching and you’re more lost than ever.
Time is growing short. There are unexplored adventures ahead of you. You can’t live the rest of your life worried about what other people think. You were born worthy of love and belonging. Courage and daring are coursing through you. You were made to live and love with your whole heart. It’s time to show up and be seen.”
-Brené Brown

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 One Grass Blade

Yosemite National Park – A Gallery of Photos

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“Yosemite Valley, to me, is always a sunrise, a glitter of green and golden wonder in a vast edifice of stone and space.”

-Ansel Adams

“Down through the middle of the Valley flows the crystal Merced, River of Mercy, peacefully quiet, reflecting lilies and trees and the onlooking rocks; things frail and fleeting and types of endurance meeting here and blending in countless forms, as if into this one mountain mansion Nature had gathered her choicest treasures, to draw her lovers into close and confiding communion with her.”

-John Muir