Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more.
Melodie Beattie
The last weekend of February I was blessed with magical mornings. Winter mist, the full moon on one side, the sunrise on the other. I hadn't seen Bushy Park like this for a very long time. I couldn't possibly wish for anything else.
Sun and Moon
Wishful lovers
Never touch
Languish in silence
Throughout space & time.
She, a fiery siren,
Shines out light,
Passionate love
Towards the object
Of her affection.
And he, the blue moon,
Desiring her caress
Casts his gaze
Upon her visage.
Yet both must find
Permanent satisfaction
With at best and most
Merely the reflection
Of her incandescence
Off his exquisite face.
William Jackson
February's full moon is called Snow Moon. It comes from the Native Americans, who gave different names to all of the full moons depending on what they signified during the year. February is the month for snow and cold temperatures, so the name Snow Moon makes sense. We don't normally get a lot of snow down here, but the bitter cold brought morning frost, which made my morning walk even more special.
Day's sweetest moments are at dawn;
Refreshed by his long sleep, the Light
Kisses the languid lips of Night,
Ere she can rise and hasten on.
All glowing from his dreamless rest
He holds her closely to his breast,
Warm lip to lip and limb to limb,
Until she dies for love of him.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
I don't ask for the meaning of the song of a bird or the rising of the sun on a misty morning. There they are, and they are beautiful.
Pete Hamill
Every sunrise softly sings: "Nothing is ever lost. It just begins again."
I got used to walking to the park along the dark and empty streets. It' the most peaceful time for me. Time that makes me forget about everyday stress and worries, take a deep breath and slow down before another busy day begins.
Long walks at night - that's what's good for the soul...
Charles Bukowski
Share this story