“The quiet place is the think tank of the soul.”

“It reaches deeply. By going into nature and letting go, and reaching that deep spiritual level, quiet is quieting. It is also medically healing in that it’s lowering your blood pressure and taking those stress hormones out of your blood stream. But it’s also in the peace of mind. How often do we use the … More “The quiet place is the think tank of the soul.”

“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth…

“find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts.” ― Rachel Carson, The Sense of Wonder  “Cathedral Woods”, hand painted and embroidered linen textile piece, from “Rare Reflections” series of quiet and contemplative works by award-winning textile and mixed media artist Hilary Rice of Stirling, Ontario, Canada. Photo courtesy of Hilary Rice © 2010, published … More “Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth…

My mom used to call us ‘free range kids,’ like free range chickens… We roamed the countryside. ― William Moseley

“Another practice I love is wandering. … It’s like walking meditation. I do find the time of going within to be replenishing, whether it’s for a half hour in the morning or evening, or a day long retreat. It’s that getting to know yourself, getting to be still, not having to do anything other than … More My mom used to call us ‘free range kids,’ like free range chickens… We roamed the countryside. ― William Moseley

I try to jog in every city I visit, and I particularly enjoy harbour-front paths that let me ogle big ships, railroad bridges and the ruins of factories and warehouses. — Steven Pinker

“It’s not getting from A to B. It’s not the beginning or the destination that counts. It’s the ride in between…This train is alive with things that should be seen and heard. It’s a living, breathing something — you just have to want to learn its rhythm.”—David Baldacci * * * Connecticut River railroad bridge. … More I try to jog in every city I visit, and I particularly enjoy harbour-front paths that let me ogle big ships, railroad bridges and the ruins of factories and warehouses. — Steven Pinker