Waking up to a very different kind of weather than in recent days. Grey, covered sky, sound of wind, a more muted feel.

That's helpful in some ways, a permission to be quieter. Though the recent sunshine has been a total mood boost.

Yesterday, Saturday I took a longish nature walk with my camera and felt relieved that nature 'spoke' to me. Seeing, feeling? A movement of energy in seemingly static branches. The wonderment of spring growth.

Ferns unfolding...

I really envy those people who have found a way of controlling their way of thinking. I have seldom found true peace of mind. In dreams sometimes, maybe for brief periods but then lost again not to return for months or even years, quite beyond my control. Here, time as I know it does not exist. There were no days, weeks, months or even hours of the clock, only a form of existence where emotions and feelings lived. I sometimes had dreams so strong emotionally that certain music would awaken me with...

I'm waiting for a juicy blog title to emerge/descend, arrive wheresover those inspired thoughts originate.

Awesome title of a book by an American yoga practitioner, Cyndi Lee: May I be happy. Man, that is a great title; part of a well known Buddhist aphorism : May I be happy, may I be whole, may I be at peace.

In metta - loving kindness meditations, this compassionate thought first seeded in the self is then extended beyond: May you be happy, may you be well etc....

Someone once advised me to stay away from negative and depressing people in case they bring you down to their level. However what if you think of yourself as the negative one? What do you do then? What if you are afraid you will depress other people? Why on earth would you try to meet and befriend people if you know yourself to be depressing and miserable and are afraid of making them depressed too? It’s a vicious circle. You are depressed because of loneliness and other mental problems but...

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This was my first dog,Ben .I had him for 8...