Sunday

Autumn Views


A little bit of color starting to come out.....



Blue Jay surrounded by autumn leaves 
(those leaves look like hearts to me.... can you see it?)  


The days may not be so bright and balmy—yet the quiet and melancholy that linger around them is fraught with glory. Over everything connected with autumn there lingers some golden spell—some unseen influence that penetrates the soul with its mysterious power.  
~Northern Advocate


More Blue Jays - HERE 



 

Saturday

Let Go and Be Free


Letting go gives us freedom, and freedom is the only condition for happiness. If, in our heart, we still cling to anything - anger, anxiety, or possessions - we cannot be free.
― Thích Nhất Hạnh

Tufted Titmouse - Bisset Park - Radford, Virginia

Friday

5 Thoughts On Happiness



1.  For every minute you are angry you lose sixty seconds of happiness. 
 ― Ralph Waldo Emerson

2.  People are just as happy as they make up their minds to be.
― Abraham Lincoln

3. Happiness is not a possession to be prized, it is a quality of thought, a state of mind.
 - Daphne du Maurier

4.  The secret of happiness is not in doing what one likes, but in liking what one does.” 
 -  J.M. Barrie

5.  . . . All that is required to feel that here and now is happiness is a simple, frugal heart.
 — Nikos Kazantzakis

Really - it's all about our attitudes, isn't it?  We need to make the choice to be happy - and then BE! 


Thursday

Simply Happy



Look at the trees, look at the birds, look at the clouds, look at the stars... and if you have eyes you will be able to see that the whole existence is joyful. Everything is simply happy.
~ Osho

Wednesday

The Throb Of Amazement


Ten times a day something happens to me like this - some strengthening throb of amazement - some good sweet empathic ping and swell. This is the first, the wildest and the wisest thing I know: that the soul exists and is built entirely out of attentiveness.
 — Mary Oliver 

 Female Red-bellied Woodpecker takes flight 

 

Tuesday

Season of Leaves


Just before the death of flowers, 
And before they are buried in snow, 
There comes a festival season 
When nature is all aglow.
- Author Unknown

 

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