Tree Fern Forest
Through the mist I wander, slow,Where ancient ferns in silence grow.The air is thick with damp and green,A secret world, where few have been. The trees rise up like ghostly spires,Their ...
Through the mist I wander, slow,Where ancient ferns in silence grow.The air is thick with damp and green,A secret world, where few have been. The trees rise up like ghostly spires,Their ...
It is easy to loose sight of the butterflies in front of uswhen we are too busy chasing our dreams.David Cuschieri The Slowdown The Covid19 crisis has no doubt given a lot ...
I am grateful for a way of living that I have unwittingly always practised in many degrees instinctively but not consciously given it a name. This global crisis has given ...
The Killer of Dreams Sometimes when we dream big we can fall in the trap of killing that dream through over-analysing. Sometimes we can kill a dream simply by getting into the ...
Cease looking for flowers!There blooms a garden in your own home.While you look for trinketsthe treasure house awaits you in yourown being.Rumi This may sound like a peculiar title for a ...
In Loving Memory of Pebbles Pebbles the female koala was euthanised on the 20th September 2019 due to complications from clamydial infection. She was estimated to be around 8 years of ...