HANNA'S WALK

It began to snow in the evening. The snow blocked the view. The world went white. At the same time came the silence. The kind of silence that is almost audible. The silence that gets us to relax and put the world to a halt.
The morning came and the world was new. The forest was stunningly beautiful. The sun’s warming drew thick white lines against the azure sky when cascades of snow had to let go of their hold in the tall pines in the forest. Everywhere I could hear unexpected sounds as if there were thousands of animals set loose among the trees. But it was the snow that was visiting and did much ado about itself.

Rude Skov, Rudersdal Kommune

The Beaty of Your Dreams

Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it.
Steve Jobs

Dreams

Photo by Hanna Greenwood

Be careful what you water your dreams with. Water them with worry and fear and you will produce weeds that choke the life from your dream. Water them with optimism and solutions and you will cultivate success. Always be on the lookout for ways to turn a problem into an opportunity for success. Always be on the lookout for ways to nurture your dream.
Lao Tzu

Dreams

Photo by Hanna Greenwood

The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
Eleanor Roosevelt

Dreams

Photo by Hanna Greenwood

WISHING ALL OF YOU A GREAT WEEK

The Trail That Never Ends

The temperature varied considerably depending on whether I was in the wood or out on the sunny meadow.
Steep slopes, small springs, pastures, hilly trails and a wooden pier for ‘happy swimmers’.
It was bitterly cold in the woods by the springs, and the lake didn’t tempt with a swim but I did have a great walk.

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The place where you lose the trail is not necessarily the place where it ends.
Tom Brown, Jr.

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