“All boats rise with the tide”

“All boats rise with the tide”

On the estuary where I live a rusty old fishing boat sits on the sand. I don’t know when it last went out to sea and yet at the rise of the tide this boat comes to life for a few hours, bobbing on the water. When I see that boat, I often think of a moment I felt...
Loving what is ….

Loving what is ….

LOVING WHAT IS….. To fall deeply and hopelessly in love with what is; Is to sigh and leave go all the what IFs, To-do lists, regrets, hopes and dreams, Tightly packed in our little knapsacks.   And to bask instead in the early morning Sunlight filtering...