it all comes to an end~

"he is rich

who is

CONTENT

with the least;

for

CONTENTMENT

is the

Wealth of Nature"

socrates

i know... i know

more pictures of camping

{as i said before...i returned home with over 600 hundred photos}

please do bear with me

if i am driving you all crazy

its just i can't quite help myself

when out in the woods

i am beyond inspired

by the gifts of nature

sunday morning i woke

to darkness lingering

after i put the kettle on

i walked down by the river

pulled up my chair

and

looked up into the hills

to see

 glitter sprinkled throughout the trees

be still

my beating heart

they glistened

they glowed

even the river

twinkled

just so

a magical moment

was truly arising

in all my days

i have yet to see

something

quite like thee

as my minutes

turned into hours

and daylight was upon me

i was inspired to write
{i think per the course i joined... let fly}

my silence

was
blissful
peace

our little friend
had not forgotten
to drop bye
and say hello

and
 as if life hadn't been good enough

one mama dear
walking her wee little three

Deer Symbolism

 When we encounter the deer in the wild
 our
 breath catches 
 we are
transfixed by their graceful features
 and
delicate movements.
The tender beauty of these beasts
 has not gone unnoticed by our ancestors.

The deer is linked to
 the arts, specifically poetry and music
 in ancient Celtic animal lore due to its graceful form.
 The Celts also believed that
 deer were associated with the fairie realm

symbolism of the deer

Love.Grace.Peace.Beauty.Fertility.Humility.Swiftness
Regrowth.Creativity.Spirituality.Abundance.Benevolence.Watchfulness

 

silence is golden

and last only so long

 

 

to be so young

to gather such thoughts

a beautiful gift indeed

 

 

time to get in the water

as the sun was now high above

 

 

this gorgeous one

felt the need for water as well

 

 

and then

a rare glimpse

was taken of me

 

 

please oh please

can we take this one home

if you can get it to the truck...its all yours

ain't no mountain high

ain't no river low

nor no heart to heavy

 

so as we crossed the bridge
to head back home
all hearts were in tow

one last glance at the lake

absorbing the sights

along the way

being thankful for all
 and
the mountain that welcomes us home