Entre o Polje de Mira-Minde e a Costa de Alvados |Minde, Portugal|
Vale do Lizandro
|Vale do Lizandro, Portugal|
A precious privelege
When you arise in the moring, think of what a precious privelege it is to be alive-- to breathe, to…
Different paths
We all take different paths in life, but no matter where we go, we take a little of each other…
I love trees
I fall in love with you four times a year: winter, spring, summer, and fall. The leaves may change, but…
Let your heart travel lightly
Let your heart travel lightly. Because what you bring with you becomes part of the landscape. ~ Anne Bishop |Madeira,…
Your time on earth filled with glory
To look at everything always as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time: Thus is…
Life grows like a sturdy tree
An authentic and genuine life grows like a sturdy tree. And like a tree, it grows slowly. Every time you…
What’s a Poem?
What's a Poem? A whisper, a shout, thoughts turned inside out. A laugh, a sigh, an echo passing by. A…
A path is
A path is a prior interpretation of the best way to traverse a landscape. ~ Rebecca Solnit |Madeira, Portugal|
A poem is a little path
A poem is a little path That leads you through the trees. It takes you to the cliffs and shores,…
You could be
You could be the leaf that never falls from the tree you could be the sun that never leaves the…