My atrium has Monarchs, my backyard has Mourning Cloaks.  This butterfly has been flitting around my yard for a couple of days now.  My hammock appears to be its favorite resting place.  It was kind enough to let me take its photograph. So this is a Mourning Cloak.  I am[…]

Mourning Cloak

This website is a gift from someone who thinks I have blogging potential.  It is not something that I initiated myself. I can’t quite wrap my head around the idea of blogging. My first reaction is that it’s out there for the world to see and I confess that makes[…]

Fear

The population of Monarch butterflies has shrunk to record lows. One possible reason is agriculture. Herbicide resistant crops are expanding in the midwest, where most Milkweed is grown. Herbicides are used to kill unwanted plants. Milkweed is a weed and therefore unwanted. Milkweed is important to the Monarch butterfly life[…]

Got Milkweed?

Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.

Neale Donald Walsch

Except for the migrating generation Monarch’s live a very short life – 2 to 6 weeks.  So there is no wasting time; 3 days after the female Monarch graces us with her presence she is ready to reproduce. During her life she lays hundreds of eggs, a very small percentage[…]

Laying Eggs

I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day

E.B. White

Stillness is not about focusing on nothingness; it’s about creating a clearing.  It’s opening up an emotionally clutter free space and allowing ourselves to feel and think and dream and question. — Brené Brown, author of The Gifts of Imperfection  

Stillness

I’ve become Scrooge.  Well, maybe not a cold-hearted miser who hates Christmas.  But definitely someone who, in the hustle and bustle of Christmas preparations, broken families and a full time job; has lost the magic and meaning of Christmas.  That is until last year. Determined not to decorate another tree[…]

The Tree of Life

Peace begins with a smile

Mother Teresa

I smile at you because I recognize and acknowledge you.  We all just want to be seen, to not be invisible.  I don’t want to be invisible.  I don’t want to make you feel invisible.  It doesn’t matter that you’re not like me.  I smile at you because you are[…]

I smile at you because

A year ago today I was in Urbina Bay on Isla Isabela in the Galapagos Islands having my picture taken with 2 Giant Tortoises.  You know the moral of Aesop’s fable The Tortoise and the Hare?  Slow and steady wins the race.  A more current translation of this moral is[…]

The Tortoise and the Hare

Smiling man with seaweed on his head/

This is quite early for a birthday gift I realize but I felt time was of the essence. I wanted this blog to be a tool by which you can explore the beauty in your life and the lives of others…reporting your findings however large or small.  Let your Sanctuary[…]

Happy Birthday Lauran