Daisy’s Butterfly

11/12/2025

Whilst walk earlier this week, I came across this little being. Can anyone identify it for me? I tried google lens but it gave me a number of options!
Thanks xx

11/12/2025

This is beautiful

The Light Between Us

In the quiet heart of the forest, where moonlight dripped through the canopy like liquid silver, two bears stood face to face — one large and wise, the other small, wide-eyed, and trembling with the newness of life. Between them, the night seemed to breathe. The air shimmered with tiny lights shaped like hearts, drifting softly around them as if the forest itself was alive with love.

The mother bear lowered her head until her nose brushed her cub’s. It was a simple gesture — a touch, a breath shared — yet it carried the weight of everything unspoken between them: love, trust, promise, and the deep, wordless language of care that only nature truly understands.

“Why does the world feel so big?” the cub’s eyes seemed to ask.
“Because it is,” the mother’s gaze replied. “But your heart is bigger still.”

The cub pressed closer, nuzzling into the warmth of her fur. He could feel her heartbeat — slow, steady, ancient. It was the same rhythm that echoed in the trees, in the rivers, in the wind that moved through the valley. For the first time, he understood that his mother was not just his protector — she was part of something greater. She was the pulse of the forest itself.

The mother bear had lived through many winters. She had known hunger, storm, and loss. Yet she had never let fear root itself in her heart. For she carried something far stronger — a belief that love, once given, could shape the world. It was not the roar that defined her strength, but the gentle way she taught her cub where to find berries, how to read the scent of rain, how to listen to silence.

“Remember,” she whispered in the stillness, “the light you carry inside is the same that shines through the trees. When the nights grow long and the winds grow cold, hold on to that light. It will always lead you home.”

The cub nodded, though he did not yet fully understand. He only knew that when his mother spoke, the stars seemed to lean closer, as if to listen.

Around them, the forest glowed faintly — fireflies rising like tiny prayers. The hearts of light floated upward, carried by the night air. They were born from the unseen bond between mother and child — the kind of love that does not fade with time but becomes the very essence of it.

Years later, when the cub had grown into a mighty bear of his own, he would walk through that same forest and feel those same glowing hearts around him. And though his mother would no longer walk beside him, her warmth would live in the whisper of leaves, in the hush of dawn, in the steady thrum of his own chest.

Because love, once given, does not end. It becomes the light that guides us through the dark.

And somewhere in the quiet of the forest, two bears still meet nose to nose beneath a shower of golden hearts — the eternal reminder that love, in its purest form, is the first and last language of the world.

11/10/2025

Some wise words

11/08/2025

A wonderful walk with a friend, exploring a new place for me. A dusting of snow had fallen over night, adding extra beauty to the woods and lake. There was so much to see but I decided to share 2 photos I took on my phone.
Thank you Hilary for a fabulous morning xx

11/06/2025

Day 6 of 100 days of meditation. Yesterday's meditation was led by Heather from The Reiki Experience. A beautiful way to celebrate 5 days with a group of beautiful souls being guided to spend time with my ancestors, under the Beaver Full Moon! What a treat, thank you!
Here are the last two photos I'll share (well, at least for a while!!) from my early morning venture to the beach. I hope you love them as much as I did.

11/05/2025

Here are a couple more photos from yesterday's special.
In the last few weeks, I have talked about beavers several times, and even drew a beaver the day before yesterday. I was so privileged to watch these two beautiful creatures build their winter home.
Beavers are connected to being resourceful, conscientious, and creative. They are also connected to hope and gratitude.
Today is the Super Full Beaver Moon.
I love how things are all connected, and I am so grateful for the time I spent watching them.

11/04/2025

This morning I woke early, so I headed down to the beach. What a treat I had! Not only was I brave enough to use my new camera to capture these shots (thank you Mum and Diana!), I got to watch the most beautiful display. Here are a couple of photos, not edited, just as they are, I'm too excited to share!
What I way to start the day, full of colour and beauty. My heart was truly full!
I hope you're week continues as my day started.
I'll share a few more tomorrow, and tell you about the extra special treat I was gifted!!

11/01/2025

I’ve promised myself that I would start a 100 days of meditation today to restart my regular meditation practise. I’ve done this a few times and have found it so beneficial.
I’ve chosen to share my plans here so you can help me complete my challenge. If you want to join me, just let me know!
🙏

10/30/2025

Crystal Bowl Sound Bath with Gentle Yoga at 7:30 PM EDT on November 1 offered by The Chapel Studio. $45 per person or 3 package credits. This special offering is a collaboration between Christine Desrochers and Heather Marshall. Heather is a talented local Reiki practitioner and sound healer. We wel...