Winter will make way for spring, in many ways.

Paperwhites don’t know anything about this sad month with no major celebrations.

On a solo visit to the wonderful Museum of Edinburgh, I spent some time in the courtyard and caught these pigeons courting.

Practicing mindfulness, I really looked at this bird house when I came upon it in a friend’s yard. What would it look like to a bird?

In our louder and louder world, says sound expert Julian Treasure, “We are losing our listening.”

Seagulls and brown pelicans in Bay St. Louis give me a lesson in mindfulness reminiscent of Thoreau’s experience at Walden

Everyone touches the world in their own way. Making my own tiny imprint through this blog, I want to write more about the gentle things in life.

I’d like to get better at being in the moment, truly living, absorbing, feeling, whatever it is that I’m doing. Being more mindful, overall.

It’s time to transition from the frenzy of getting everything done to the fullness of seasonal reflections.

The bike was poised and ready to go, an analog transporter waiting in the Gulf Coast sun to take someone somewhere.

Going to work in the dark.. Sometimes the urge to capture a moment strikes when I least expect it. At a red light. Waiting. Thinking. Looking, and perhaps more importantly, seeing. This was our view (the car and me) early this morning at a stop…

Reflections on an open mind, a growth mindset and an open heart. An open heart is the hardest.

A peaceful picture of simple pleasures painted with words and images from a friend in Round Top, Texas.

treehouse afternoonsendless summer daydreaming ~limitless future

…about mindfulness, and flowers, and tasting life…

I have an overwhelming desire to think about nothing, talk about nothing, do nothing. Perhaps this mindlessness / mental exhaustion is a cousin of meditation. Maybe I’m on the way to “empty mind meditation” or mental silence that will declutter my brain and bring on a state of nirvana. 

A deepening interest in photography and following certain blogs has me seeing things differently these days.

A clarion call for mindfulness: what if every day was new year’s day?

5:30 a.m.5 degrees, a pot of teapeaceful solitude © 2018 Glover Gardens

A change of scenery brings mountain wildflowers, a fire in the fireplace and a haiku about the mesmerizing nature of flames.