Tag Archives: Yeats

I See Wonders Everywhere!

I see wonders everywhere!  From tiny stills in the forest, to the incomprehensible star majesty, these gifts surround us, asking nothing but our attention.  Power, calm, wind, clouds, big trees, rocks, the creatures… so much – just so very much, to mesh with us and take in.  In gratitude and with a long sweet breath, the day is embraced, the wonders absorbed…

Spring Branches

 “There are only two ways to live your life.

One is as though nothing is a miracle.

The other is as though everything is a miracle.”

–Albert Einstein

-Albert Einstein

Rocks

“The world is full of magic things,

patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.”

-W.B. Yeats

May your day and night be filled with wonder, miracles and magic!

The Willows, Entrance Trees

 

There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle. – See more at: http://www.awakin.org/read/view.php?tid=255#sthash.OmLEQKAd.dpuf
There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle. – See more at: http://www.awakin.org/read/view.php?tid=255#sthash.OmLEQKAd.dpuf

Whitefish at Night – A Gallery of Photos

Living in the woods, our little town proves itself a nearby haven of good food, community, gatherings, parades, celebrations, galleries, farmer’s markets, the Depot, and even night life!  It is a sweet, rustic, western, town that provides a warm, lively, hub of activity for locals and visitors alike.  For me, the simple life is tremendously enhanced by this small town, so full of unique personality.

A few black and white photographs of Whitefish at night are in the gallery below (slideshow will load below).

“In the great cities we see so little of the world, we drift into our minority. In the little towns and villages there are no minorities; people are not numerous enough. You must see the world there, perforce. Every man is himself a class; every hour carries its new challenge. When you pass the inn at the end of the village you leave your favourite whimsy behind you; for you will meet no one who can share it. We listen to eloquent speaking, read books and write them, settle all the affairs of the universe…..
W.B. Yeats, The Celtic Twilight: Faerie and Folklore