Solitude Is Bliss
Solitude Is Bliss
I'm Jacki. My posts consist of things I love or things that are reminiscent of places I've been where lovely things have happened.

"Look at this tangle of thorns".
unusualencounter:

Welcome home.
detierra:

arquerio:

untitled by Johannes Huwe on Flickr.

mostly nature ☯

detierra:

mostly nature ☯

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worldes:

untitled by silvia sani on Flickr.
indigenousdialogues:

Like all trees which had an ability to hold their leaves or needles through the winter, they [yew trees] are associated with magic, with special properties. It is said that yews symbolised death and resurrection, that they grew in sacred places, that the poison in their needles also had healing properties. At night, yews are always darker than the sunless sky against which they are seen, as though they absorb any residual light, sucking in the faint glow of stars and the moon. Nothing is emitted, nothing escapes. It is as though the thousand years of memory and change are compressed in that dense flesh, its cells toughened by the experience of the years. It is said that a post made from yew lasts longer than a post of iron.Yew trees acquire their own mythology by accretion, by the desires of others. […] The stories and legends of yew trees eclipse all others, in the same way that the dense shade of the yew banishes other growth, as though the tree must remain aloof, not part of the growing, dying, ephemeral green world of the surrounding land.© Ian Hill, from ‘Darker Than Night’ via his blog, The Printed Land / Image: Yew Tree, Borrowdale [‘The Borrowdale Yews’. One of an ancient group of yew trees, mentioned by Wordsworth, near Seathwaite].
detierra:

tumhblr:

nature / vintage

mostly nature ☯
detierra:

danielodowd:

F1070019 by timo-mp on Flickr.

mostly nature ☯
"May you pick up your tea when it’s exactly the right temperature, and may you happen to glance out the window when the light is just how you like it." by Casual Blessings (via lovely—delight)

(Source: , via prayinghandsthatsin)

"

I believe that
your soul

and
my soul

are
very

old friends.

"
by Mandeq Ahmed, “Mates”  (via lovequotesrus)

(via prayinghandsthatsin)

clors:

I walked through Central Park today

(via detierra)

fohk:

“We accept the reality of the world with which we are presented”
The Truman Show (1998)Peter Weir
goingonsoeasily:

Sandia mountainz by Alana Ocano on Flickr.