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  • Forget-me-not

    Forget-me-not

    Tiny blue eyes watching the sky.
    Tiny blue eyes watching us.

    Forget-me-not tiny blue secrets, delicate petals speaking memory soft gentle touching heart. Tiny flowers dancing morning dew, scattered dreams across meadow carpet, blue eyes watching sky meeting earth tenderness.

    Sweet remembrance blooming corners garden, faithful promise never fading love keeping. Petals hold each lover, blue stars fallen ground telling stories ancient devotion, pure feeling flowing through seasons changing.

    Little blossom teaching human heart, simple beauty meaning more than grand gestures, quiet strength surviving harsh weather conditions. Memory flower growing wild places, spreading message true affection, blue dots painting landscape emotional connection.

    Fragile appearance hiding powerful symbol, forget-me-not carrying weight human bonds, relationships, lasting impressions soul. Nature gift reminding people importance cherishing moments, holding dear ones close heart, never letting precious memories slip away consciousness.

    Blue petals small but mighty, teaching lesson about permanence feelings, enduring love, faithful friendship. Forget-me-not conspire softly: remember always, forget never, love eternal like spring returning.

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    100 endangered plant and animal species

    * Abies beshanzuensis (Baishan fir) – Plant (Tree) – Baishanzu Mountain, Zhejiang, China – Three mature individuals

    * Actinote zikani – Insect (butterfly) – Near São Paulo, Atlantic forest, Brazil – Unknown numbers

    * Aipysurus foliosquama (Leaf scaled sea-snake) – Reptile – Ashmore Reef and Hibernia Reef, Timor Sea – Unknown numbers * Amanipodagrion gilliesi (Amani flatwing) – Insect (damselfly) – Amani-Sigi Forest, Usamabara Mountains, Tanzania – < 500 individuals * Antisolabis seychellensis – Insect – Morne Blanc, Mahé island, Seychelles – Unknown numbers * Antilophia bokermanni (Araripe manakin) – Bird – Chapado do Araripe, South Ceará, Brazil – 779 individuals * Aphanius transgrediens (Aci Göl toothcarp) – Fish – south-eastern shore of former Lake Aci, Turkey – Few hundred pairs * Aproteles bulmerae (Bulmer’s fruit bat) – Mammal – Luplupwintern Cave, Western Province, Papua New Guinea – 150 * Ardea insignis (White bellied heron) – Bird – Bhutan, North East India and Myanmar – 70–400 individuals * Ardeotis nigriceps (Great Indian bustard) – Bird – Rajasthan, Gujarat, Maharashtra, Andhra Pradesh, Karnataka and Madhya, India – 50–249 mature individuals * Astrochelys yniphora (Ploughshare tortoise) – Reptile – Baly Bay region, northwestern Madagascar – 440–770 * Atelopus balios (Rio Pescado stubfoot toad) – Amphibian – Azuay, Cañar and Guyas provinces, south-western Ecuador – Unknown numbers * Aythya innotata (Madagascar pochard) – Bird – volcanic lakes north of Bealanana, Madagascar – 80 mature individuals * Azurina eupalama (Galapagos damsel fish) – Fish – Unknown numbers – Unknown numbers * Bahaba taipingensis (Giant yellow croaker) – Fish – Chinese coast from Yangtze River, China to Hong Kong – Unknown numbers * Batagur baska (Common batagur) – Reptile (turtle) – Bangladesh, Cambodia, India, Indonesia and Malaysia – Unknown numbers * Bazzania bhutanica – Plant – Budini and Lafeti Khola, Bhutan – 2 sub-populations * Beatragus hunteri (Hirola) – Mammal (antelope) – South-east Kenya and possibly south-west Somalia – < 1,000 individuals * Bombus franklini (Franklin’s bumblebee) – Insect (bee) – Oregon and California – Unknown numbers * Brachyteles hypoxanthus (Northern muriqui / Woolly spider monkey) – Mammal (primate) – Atlantic forest, south-eastern Brazil – < 1,000 * Bradypus pygmaeus (Pygmy three-toed sloth) – Mammal – Isla Escudo de Veraguas, Panama – < 500 * Callitriche pulchra – Plant (freshwater) – pool on Gavdos, Greece – Unknown numbers * Calumma tarzan (Tarzan’s chameleon) – Reptile – Anosibe An’Ala region, eastern Madagascar – < 100 * Cavia intermedia (Santa Catarina’s guinea pig) – Mammal (rodent) – Moleques do Sul Island, Santa Catarina, Brazil – 40–60 * Cercopithecus roloway (Roloway guenon) – Mammal (primate) – Côte d’Ivoire – Unknown numbers * Coleura seychellensis (Seychelles sheath-tailed bat) – Mammal (bat) – Two small caves on Silhouette and Mahé, Seychelles – < 100 * Cryptomyces maximus (Willow blister) – Fungi – Pembrokeshire, United Kingdom – Unknown numbers * Cryptotis nelsoni (Nelson’s small-eared shrew) – Mammal (shrew) – Volcán San Martín Tuxtla, Veracruz, Mexico – Unknown numbers * Cyclura collei (Jamaican iguana / Jamaican rock iguana) – Reptile – Hellshire Hills, Jamaica – Unknown numbers * Daubentonia madagascariensis (Aye-aye) – Mammal (primate) – Deciduous forest, East Madagascar – Unknown numbers * Dendrophylax fawcettii (Cayman Islands ghost orchid) – Plant (orchid) – Ironwood Forest, George Town, Grand Cayman – Unknown numbers * Dicerorhinus sumatrensis (Sumatran rhino) – Mammal (rhino) – Sabah, Sarawak and Peninsular Malaysia, Kalimantan and Sumatra, Indonesia – < 100 (more recent estimates suggest 34-47) * Diomedea amsterdamensis (Amsterdam albatross) – Bird – Breeds on Plateuau des Tourbières, Amsterdam Island, Indian Ocean. – 100 mature individuals * Dioscorea strydomiana (Wild yam) – Plant – Oshoek area, Mpumalanga, South Africa – 200 * Diospyros katendei – Plant (tree) – Kasyoha-Kitomi Forest Reserve, Uganda – 20 individuals in a single population * Dipterocarpus lamellatus – Plant (tree) – Siangau Forest Reserve, Sabah, Malaysia – 12 individuals * Discoglossus nigriventer (Hula painted frog) – Amphibian – Hula Valley, Israel – Unknown numbers * Dombeya mauritiana – Plant – Mauritius – Unknown numbers * Elaeocarpus bojeri (Bois Dentelle) – Plant (tree) – Grand Bassin, Mauritius – < 10 individuals * Eleutherodactylus glandulifer (La Hotte glanded frog) – Amphibian – Massif de la Hotte, Haiti – Unknown numbers * Eleutherodactylus thorectes (Macaya breast-spot frog) – Amphibian – Formon and Macaya peaks, Masif de la Hotte, Haiti – Unknown numbers * Eriosyce chilensis (Chilenito (cactus)) – Plant – Pta Molles and Pichidungui, Chile – < 500 individuals * Erythrina schliebenii (Coral tree) – Plant – Namatimbili-Ngarama Forest, Tanzania – < 50 individuals * Euphorbia tanaensis – Plant (tree) – Witu Forest Reserve, Kenya – 4 mature individuals * Eurynorhyncus pygmeus (Spoon-billed sandpiper) – Bird – Breeds in Russia, migrates along the East Asian-Australasian Flyway to wintering grounds in India, Bangladesh and Myanmar – 100 breeding pairs * Ficus katendei – Plant – Kasyoha-Kitomi Forest Reserve, Ishasha River, Uganda – < 50 mature individuals * Geronticus eremita (Northern bald ibis) – Bird – Breeds in Morocco, Turkey and Syria. Syrian population winters in central Ethiopia. – About 3000 individuals * Gigasiphon macrosiphon – Plant (flower) – Kaya Muhaka, Gongoni and Mrima Forest Reserves, Kenya, Amani Nature Reserve, West Kilombero Scarp Forest Reserve, and Kihansi Gorge, Tanzania – 33 * Gocea ohridana – Mollusc – Lake Ohrid, Macedonia – Unknown numbers * Heleophryne rosei (Table mountain ghost frog) – Amphibian – Table Mountain, Western Cape Province, South Africa – Unknown numbers * Hemicycla paeteliana – Mollusc (land snail) – Jandia peninsula, Fuerteventura, Canary Islands – Unknown numbers * Heteromirafa sidamoensis (Liben lark) – Bird – Liben Plains, southern Ethiopia – 90–256 * Hibiscadelphus woodii – Plant (tree) – Kalalau Valley, Hawaii – Unknown numbers * Hucho perryi (Sakhalin taimen) – Fish – Russian and Japanese rivers, Pacific Ocean between Russia and Japan – Unknown numbers * Johora singaporensis (Singapore freshwater crab) – Crustacean – Bukit Timah Nature Reserve and streamlet near Bukit Batok, Singapore – Unknown numbers * Lathyrus belinensis (Belin vetchling) – Plant – Outskirts of Belin village, Antalya, Turkey – < 1,000 * Leiopelma archeyi (Archey’s frog) – Amphibian – Coromandel peninsula and Whareorino Forest, New Zealand – Unknown numbers * Lithobates sevosus (Dusky gopher frog) – Amphibian – Harrison County, Mississippi, USA – 60–100 * Lophura edwardsi (Edwards’s pheasant) – Bird – Quang Binh, Quang Tri and Thua Thien-Hue, Viet Nam – Unknown numbers * Magnolia wolfii – Plant (tree) – Risaralda, Colombia – 3 * Margaritifera marocana – Mollusc – Oued Denna, Oued Abid and Oued Beth, Morocco – < 250 * Moominia willii – Mollusc (snail) – Silhouette Island, Seychelles – < 500 * Natalus primus (Cuban greater funnel eared bat) – Mammal (bat) – Cueva La Barca, Isle of Pines, Cuba – < 100 * Nepenthes attenboroughii (Attenborough’s pitcher plant) – Plant – Mount Victoria, Palawan, Philippines – Unknown numbers * Nomascus hainanus (Hainan black crested gibbon) – Mammal (primate) – Hainan Island, China – 20 * Neurergus kaiseri (Luristan newt) – Amphibian – Zagros Mountains, Lorestan, Iran – < 1,000 * Oreocnemis phoenix (Mulanje red damsel) – Insect (damselfly) – Mulanje Plateau, Malawi – Unknown numbers * Pangasius sanitwongsei (Pangasid catfish) – Fish – Chao Phraya and Mekong basins in Cambodia, China, Lao PDR, Thailand and Viet Nam – Unknown numbers * Parides burchellanus – Insect (butterfly) – Cerrado, Brazil – < 100 * Phocoena sinus (Vaquita) – Mammal (porpoise) – Northern Gulf of California, Mexico – 12 * Picea neoveitchii (Type of spruce tree) – Plant (tree) – Qinling Range, China – Unknown numbers * Pinus squamata (Qiaojia pine) – Plant (tree) – Qiaojia, Yunnan, China – < 25 * Poecilotheria metallica (Gooty tarantula / Metallic tarantula / Peacock tarantula / Salepurgu) – Spider – Nandyal and Giddalur, Andhra Pradesh, India – Unknown numbers * Pomarea whitneyi (Fatuhiva monarch) – Bird – Fatu Hiva, Marquesas Islands, French Polynesia – 50 * Pristis pristis (Common sawfish) – Fish – Coastal tropical and subtropical waters of Indo-Pacific and Atlantic Oceans. Currently largely restricted to northern Australia – Unknown numbers * Hapalemur simus (Greater bamboo lemur) – Mammal (primate) – Southeastern and southcentral rainforests of Madagascar – 500 * Propithecus candidus (Silky sifaka) – Mammal (primate) – Maroantsetra to Andapa basin, and Marojeju Massif, Madagascar – 100–1,000 * Psammobates geometricus (Geometric tortoise) – Reptile – Western Cape Province, South Africa – Unknown numbers * Pseudoryx nghetinhensis (Saola) – Mammal – Annamite mountains, on the Viet Nam – PDR Laos border – Unknown numbers * Psiadia cataractae – Plant – Mauritius – Unknown numbers * Psorodonotus ebneri (Beydaglari bush-cricket) – Insect – Beydaglari range, Antalaya, Turkey – Unknown numbers * Rafetus swinhoei (Red River giant softshell turtle) – Reptile – Hoan Kiem Lake and Dong Mo Lake, Viet Nam, and Suzhou Zoo, China – 3 * Rhinoceros sondaicus (Javan rhino) – Mammal (rhino) – Ujung Kulon National Park, Java, Indonesia – < 100 * Rhinopithecus avunculus (Tonkin snub-nosed monkey) – Mammal (primate) – Northeastern Vietnam – < 200 * Rhizanthella gardneri (West Australian underground orchid) – Plant (orchid) – Western Australia, Australia – < 100 * Rhynchocyon spp. (Boni giant sengi) – Mammal – Boni-Dodori Forest, Lamu area, Kenya – Unknown numbers * Risiocnemis seidenschwarzi (Cebu frill-wing) – Insect (damselfly) – Rivulet beside the Kawasan River, Cebu, Philippines – Unknown numbers * Rosa arabica – Plant – St Katherine Mountains, Egypt – Unknown numbers, 10 sub-populations * Salanoia durrelli (Durrell’s vontsira) – Mammal (mongoose) – Marshes of Lake Alaotra, Madagascar – Unknown numbers * Santamartamys rufodorsalis (Red crested tree rat) – Mammal (rodent) – Sierra Nevada de Santa Marta, Colombia – Unknown numbers * Scaturiginichthys vermeilipinnis (Red-finned blue-eye) – Fish – Edgbaston Station, central western Queensland, Australia – 2,000–4,000 * Squatina squatina (Angel shark) – Fish – Canary Islands – Unknown numbers * Sterna bernsteini (Chinese crested tern) – Bird – Breeding in Zhejiang and Fujian, China. Outside breeding season in Indonesia, Malaysia, Philippines, Taiwan, Thailand. – < 50 * Syngnathus watermeyeri (Estuarine pipefish) – Fish – Kariega Estuary to East Kleinemonde Estuary, Eastern Cape Province, South Africa – Unknown numbers * Tahina spectabilis (Suicide palm / Dimaka) – Plant – Analalava district, north-western Madagascar – 90 * Telmatobufo bullocki (Bullock’s false toad) – Amphibian (frog) – Nahuelbuta, Arauco Province, Chile – Unknown numbers * Tokudaia muenninki (Okinawa spiny rat) – Mammal (rodent) – Okinawa Island, Japan – Unknown numbers * Trigonostigma somphongsi (Somphongs’s rasbora) – Fish – Mae Khlong basin, Thailand – Unknown numbers * Valencia letourneuxi – Fish – Southern Albania and Western Greece – Unknown numbers * Voanioala gerardii (Forest coconut) – Plant – Masoala peninsula, Madagascar – < 10 * Zaglossus attenboroughi (Attenborough’s echidna) – Mammal – Cyclops Mountains, Papua Province, Indonesia – Unknown numbers

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  • Elegance in Blue

    Elegance in Blue

    There’s something about this image that quiets the noise in my head. It’s not just a flower—it’s the iris, regal in its posture, soft yet striking in its hue. That shade of blue, almost whispering lilac, feels like a memory I never lived but somehow still know. The petals fold like silk caught in a breeze, elegant and deliberate, each line a testament to nature’s precision and grace.

    I think I love this image because it captures fragility without weakness. The iris doesn’t scream for attention—it simply exists, calm and sure of its beauty. The contrast between the softness of the petals and the structure of the stem reminds me that strength can look gentle, too.

    And maybe it’s the way the bud sits below the bloom, full of promise, not yet opened but already perfect. It feels like a moment paused, a breath held between what was and what will be. This flower doesn’t just represent beauty—it feels like hope. Silent. Still. But alive.

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  • A Meditation on Bluebells and Beech Leaves

    A Meditation on Bluebells and Beech Leaves

    In this sweet season when the year unfolds its tender promise, when Nature, stirring from her wintry sleep, adorns the woodlands with her gentlest hues, I wander aimlessly along pathways where the bluebells keep their soft silent vigil.

    Bluebells


    How fair these azure bells that bow their heads in modest splendor! They carpet the ancient forest floor as a sea of heavenly blue, each delicate bloom trembling with the faintest breath of wind. Each one a miracle of divine craftsmanship yet humble in its transient glory.

    I have looked upon the lapis gardens of noble estates and witnessed the ultramarine depths of mountain lakes, yet never do I find such perfection of shade as in these humble woodland flowers. They are not mere terrestrial blooms but seem messengers from the empyrean realm, bringing down to earth fragments of the firmamental blue that arches high above our temporal dwelling. Their celestial tint speaks to something eternal in the human breast—a recognition of beauty that transcends our brief existence.

    And there in the shadowed wood, the beech trees offer up their fresh young leaves, translucent as finest parchment when held against the vernal sun. How tender is their green! How perfect each unfolding leaf, emerging from its winter bud with a slow and patient certainty that speaks of quiet confidence in renewal. These infant leaves, untouched by summer’s hardening rays or autumn’s gilding hand, possess a purity of essence that stirs within the contemplative mind a sense of wonder at creation’s ceaseless cycle.

    What blessed communion exists between the bluebell’s heaven-reflecting hue and the beech leaf’s innocent green! Together they form a harmony that no earthly musician could compose, a visual poetry that transcends the feeble efforts of human verse. In their glowing presence, my soul, so often clouded by the vapors of worldly care, finds refreshment and illumination, as if some divine voice speaks through these simple woodland treasures, reminding me of truths profound yet easily forgotten in the tumult of our busy days.

    Bluebells

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  • Still waters

    Still waters

    The blue boat sits alone,
    Quiet on the glassy sea,
    No ripples, just the tone
    Of stillness setting free.

    Taken at Fishguard quay

    In the city, Isabelle’s palette was dictated by quarterly reports. Her canvases were billboards, her medium, marketing slogans. She painted desires, not dreams. Once, art had been her sanctuary, a place where she could lose herself in colour and form, but now it was a transaction—each brushstroke carefully calculated for maximum impact. The aggressive red of SALE, the sterile blue of TRUST, the shimmering gold of LUXURY—they weren’t colours, they were commands.

    Her studio, a pristine white cube perched above a canyon of concrete and steel, was as lifeless as the work she produced. Outside, the city pulsed with a restless urgency, but inside, she sat staring at her latest commission, feeling nothing. Had it always been like this? Had she always felt this hollow? She couldn’t remember the last time she painted something just because she wanted to.

    When she first saw the cottage in the online listing, it was nothing more than a blurry thumbnail, yet something about it stopped her scrolling. It wasn’t charming in the way holiday rentals usually were. The walls leaned slightly, weather-beaten and unapologetic. The loch behind it stretched out into the mist, quiet, infinite. It was not picturesque, but it was still. And suddenly, stillness was all she wanted.

    The journey there felt like shedding a second skin. As the train rattled away from the city, the skyline fading into the distance, something inside her loosened, though she wasn’t sure what. At first, she kept reaching for her phone—out of habit more than anything—but the further she got from mobile towers, the quieter her mind became. It wasn’t just the absence of notifications, emails, deadlines. It was a deeper silence, like a pond settling after a stone has been thrown in.

    The cottage smelled of damp wood and time. It creaked when she walked through it, like an old thing waking up. There was no WiFi, no signal. Just the steady lap of the loch against the shore, the whispering reeds, the occasional call of a distant bird. At first, the quiet unnerved her. She found herself pacing, feeling the itch of a life spent in perpetual motion. Her mind kept trying to measure productivity, to assign value to this pause. What are you doing? Wasting time? What if they forget you? What if you come back and there’s nothing left?

    On the third day, restless and aimless, she wandered down to the shore, her boots sinking slightly into the wet earth. The loch stretched out before her, a perfect mirror of the grey sky. And there, in the shallow water, rocked a small blue boat. Faded, chipped at the edges, the kind of blue that had been softened by years of wind and rain. Something about it pulled at her. It wasn’t just a boat. It was a contrast—a quiet rebellion against the greyness of everything around it.

    She crouched by the water’s edge, picking up a smooth grey stone and rolling it between her fingers. She thought of the screens she used to touch every day, the digital world she had lived in. The cool weight of the stone was real, solid in a way the city never was.

    The next morning, she woke to the sound of rain, soft and insistent against the slate roof. She stood by the window, watching the loch blur and ripple under the downpour. The blue boat rocked gently, unfazed. It was such a small thing, and yet she couldn’t look away. The colours before her weren’t the ones she used in the city—no neon, no artificial sheen. Just deep, shifting greys, softened greens, the quiet persistence of the blue.

    She picked up a brush without thinking. Not the sleek, expensive sable she used for client work, but a worn-out one she found in a drawer. There was no canvas, so she used a piece of driftwood. She didn’t try to replicate the scene exactly. Instead, she let the colours guide her, pulling from something deeper than observation—something she had ignored for too long. The grey of the sky bled into the grey of her exhaustion. The green of the hills became a longing for something real. The blue of the boat—steady, resilient—was a hope she hadn’t known she still carried.

    When she stepped back, her breath caught. It wasn’t a masterpiece. It was raw, uneven, imperfect. But it was hers. A tear slid down her cheek, but she didn’t wipe it away. It wasn’t sadness. It was something closer to relief.

    Not all days were easy. Some mornings she stared at a blank page for hours, frustration gnawing at her ribs. Some nights, the city’s voice whispered in her ear, reminding her of deadlines and expectations, of the career she was leaving behind. What if you never make it back? What if this is a mistake?

    But then there were moments—standing by the loch, feeling the wind in her hair, watching the way light changed the water—that made it clear she was exactly where she needed to be.

    Her work began to shift. She stopped thinking about what people wanted and started painting what she felt. She no longer cared about marketability. She cared about honesty. The colours on her brush became softer, more grounded, pulled from the land around her rather than the demands of a client brief. She painted the hush of the loch at dawn, the weight of the rain-heavy clouds, the steadfast blue of the little boat that never drifted too far.

    She wasn’t painting products anymore. She was painting silence. She was painting solitude. She was painting her way back to herself.

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  • Beneath the Blue Canopy

    Beneath the Blue Canopy

    Swallow migration is a fascinating natural phenomenon that typically occurs during this time of year. These agile birds, like the ones in my photo, embark on long journeys from their breeding grounds to warmer regions for the winter.

    I sat for half an hour to capture this

    My image of a swallow in flight feeding its baby is a heartwarming depiction of their parental care. Swallows often feed their young while in flight, catching insects mid-air and delivering them to their offspring. This is a crucial part of their life cycle as they prepare for the arduous migration ahead.

    During their migration, swallows cover thousands of miles, crossing continents and oceans. Their ability to navigate such vast distances is still a subject of scientific study and wonder. They follow environmental cues, like temperature and daylight, and often travel in flocks for safety and efficiency.

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    As the seasons change, swallows bid farewell to their breeding grounds and will return again in the spring. Their migratory journeys are a testament to the resilience and wonder of the natural world, and they remind us of the world’s fine climatic balance.

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  • The sacred journey of the soul

    The sacred journey of the soul

    Once upon a time, in the vast realms of existence, there was a sacred journey undertaken by the soul. This journey began long before birth and extended far beyond the reaches of mortal life. It was a mysterious odyssey of self-discovery, purpose, and enlightenment.

    It’s in the air

    The soul, adorned in ethereal brilliance, resided in a realm of pure energy, connected to the cosmic fabric of the universe. In this celestial abode, the soul communed with ancient wisdom, basked in the radiance of divine love, and embraced the unity of all creation. But as the soul yearned for growth and transformation, it embarked on an extraordinary expedition.

    Guided by cosmic forces and guided by the whisperings of destiny, the soul descended into the material plane, crossing the threshold of existence. In this earthly realm, the soul was shrouded in the cloak of forgetfulness, concealing its divine nature and purpose. It arrived on the shores of life, incarnating into a physical vessel—a human body—to embark upon the sacred journey.

    The first stage of the soul’s expedition was infancy. The soul, like a budding flower, unfolded its essence, perceiving the world through innocent eyes. It experienced the touch of love, the warmth of nurturing, and the tender embrace of family. In this stage, the soul laid the foundation for its journey, imbibing the lessons of vulnerability, trust, and the power of connection.

    As the soul grew, it transitioned into childhood, where imagination reigned supreme. It danced with the unseen, communing with mystical beings and traversing hidden realms. Through play, the soul nurtured its creativity, curiosity, and sense of wonder, igniting the flames of its true potential. In this phase, the soul learned the art of dreaming and the boundless power of belief.

    Adolescence beckoned, ushering the soul into a period of self-discovery and self-expression. It navigated the stormy seas of emotions, grappling with identity, and questioning its place in the grand tapestry of existence. The soul tasted the bitterness of sorrow, the ecstasy of joy, and the intoxicating elixir of love. Through these trials, the soul unveiled the depths of its resilience, compassion, and the transformative nature of growth.

    With adulthood, the soul assumed the mantle of responsibility and purpose. It pursued its passions, strived for success, and contributed to the collective harmony. The soul wove its unique thread into the fabric of society, leaving indelible marks of its presence. It faced challenges, overcame obstacles, and discovered the immense power within. Through this phase, the soul uncovered its true potential and realized its capacity to make a meaningful impact.

    In the twilight years of life, the soul entered the stage of wisdom. It reflected upon the tapestry of experiences, integrating the lessons learned throughout its sacred journey. The soul embraced the impermanence of life, the inevitability of change, and the profundity of acceptance. It surrendered to the flow of existence, finding solace in the beauty of the present moment. In this phase, the soul glimpsed the eternal, transcending the boundaries of time and space.

    Finally, as the physical vessel neared its end, the soul prepared for its return to the realm from whence it came. It shed the mortal coil, freeing itself from the constraints of the physical world. The soul soared on the wings of liberation, ascending to higher planes of consciousness, merging with the divine essence of the universe once again.

    Thus, the sacred journey of the soul reached its culmination—an eternal dance between form and formlessness, birth and rebirth, limitation and boundlessness. It was a journey that spanned lifetimes, encapsulating the essence of the soul’s evolution and its eternal quest for unity.

    Her’s to the next life
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  • Clouds’ Eternal Dance

    Clouds’ Eternal Dance

    Oh, the white fluffy clouds! Floating in a sky of the purest blue! They are the stuff of dreams and poetry, soaring with the grace of celestial beasts. Their billowing shapes shift and change, bearing witness to the eternal dance of the heavens.

    A Symphony of Blue and White
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    The clouds are like tufts of cotton candy, fluffy and delicate, spun from the breath of the sky itself. They are the embodiment of pure imagination, each one a manifestation of the boundless creative power of the universe. Their very existence inspires us to reach for the stars, to dream of impossible things, and to believe in the magic of life.

    The blue sky that embraces these clouds is like a sea of tranquility, a calm and peaceful ocean that stretches out as far as the eye can see. It is a canvas upon which the clouds paint their dreams, each brush stroke a new and wondrous creation. The blue sky and white clouds are a harmonious duo, each enhancing the beauty of the other, together creating a symphony of color and light.

    So let us bask in the beauty of these white fluffy clouds in a blue sky, and let our dreams take flight. Let us be like the clouds, unbound by the chains of earthly life, free to soar and to dance among the stars. For in these moments, we are reminded that anything is possible, that the world is full of magic and wonder, and that our dreams are the stuff of which the heavens are made.

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  • Periwinkle Blue

    Periwinkle Blue

    The Periwinkle Charm
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    In days of old, in lands of yore, where rolling hills and forests flourished, there lived a maid named Lily fair. With visage bright and heart so rare, she lived in a cottage by the village square.

    One morn, whilst wandering through the woods so wild, she chanced upon a mead of periwinkle, blue as skies and delicate as dreams. Of folklore she had heard, of magic and protection it did bring, so she plucked a handful of the blooms so rare.

    As she homeward bound, she did espy a cloud of darkness hanging o’er the village nigh. The air was thick with dread, the birds fell silent in despair, and she hastened her pace, for her family’s safety was her care.

    When she did arrive, she found her sire and dam, huddled in their cottage, fearing for their lives. They lit up as Lily ignited hope. She, ever brave, did then remember the periwinkle, and with hope so true, placed it on the windowsill, for magic and protection anew

    As if by magic, a gentle breeze did rise, and the periwinkle petals danced, spreading their hue. The cloud did lift, the sun did shine, and the birds did sing, with melody so bright.

    And so it was, that the periwinkle, with its colour so gay, brought magic and protection to that village, every day. And Lily, with her knowing smile so bright, did live on in story, as the maid who brought the light.

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  • The Dreamy Beauty of the Bright Blue Iris

    The Dreamy Beauty of the Bright Blue Iris

    Vibrant Beauty
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    The bright blue iris reticulata is a truly dreamy plant. Its delicate, petite stature belies the bold and beautiful show it puts on in the garden. As the days begin to lengthen and the winter chill starts to recede, these little jewels begin to appear, signalling the start of spring.

    The bright blue flowers are a sight to behold, with their vibrant colour and delicate, circular petals. They seem to dance on their slender stems, catching the light and drawing the eye. And as the sun begins to set, the iris reticulata’s sweet, floral scent fills the air, adding to the plant’s dreamy allure.

    But it’s not just the iris reticulata’s beauty that makes it a plant worth dreaming about. It is also incredibly easy to grow and maintain. It thrives in well-drained soil and can tolerate a range of lighting conditions, from full sun to partial shade. It is hardy, making it a versatile plant that can be grown in a variety of climates.

    So if you want to add a touch of magic to your garden, consider planting a bright blue iris reticulata. Its dreamy flowers and easy-going nature will bring joy and beauty to your landscape for years to come.

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  • A Field of Dreams

    A Field of Dreams

    Golden Horizons

    As I wander through the field of golden corn, the sun is high in the sky, casting a warm glow over everything. The air is filled with the sweet smell of the ripening crops, and the rustling of the stalks in the breeze is like a gentle lullaby.

    I tilt my head back and gaze up at the blue sky, dotted with fluffy white clouds that seem to stretch on forever. The clouds are so white and pure, they almost seem to glow against the deep blue of the sky.

    I close my eyes and breathe in deeply, taking in the peaceful atmosphere of the field. It’s hard to believe that such a serene place exists in the midst of the hustle and bustle of the modern world.

    I wander through the rows of corn, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me. The rustling of the stalks and the chirping of the birds overhead create a symphony of nature that is both soothing and energizing.

    As I continue on my journey, I can’t help but feel grateful for this moment of peace and beauty. It’s moments like these that make life worth living, and I am grateful to be able to experience them.

    As the sun begins to set, casting a golden light over the field, I know it’s time to head back home. But the memory of this dreamy field of golden corn and a blue sky with white clouds will stay with me forever.

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