Whatever the mind holds to and firmly believes in, forms a new pattern of thought within its creative mold, as whatever thought is held in the mind tends to take outward form in new creations.
~ Ernest Holmes
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(Queen Anne’s Lace)
Sanctuary, on a personal level, is where we perform the job of taking care of our soul.
~ Christopher Forrest McDowell
In the language of flowers, Queen Anne’s Lace is said to represent sanctuary. Dictionary.com lists sanctuary as (along with the churches and temples) “a sacred and holy place; any place of refuge, asylum; and a tract of land where birds and wildlife, esp. those hunted for sport, can breed and take refuge in safety from hunters.”
At this time of the year, Queen Anne’s Lace is the most prominent flower in the meadows surrounding our pond. The amount of wildlife taking refuge in those meadows sometimes astounds me. There are spots where the grass has been beaten down by the deer where they sleep at night. Every year the number and variety of birds increase. (Prior to our time here on this property, the former owners mowed pretty much everything except the pond.) Turtles walk up from the pond and lay their eggs at the edge of the wildflower meadow where it’s lined with rocks. Killdeers lay their eggs in the rocks in the springtime. There are foxes, rabbits, snakes, lizards, toads, frogs, the dreaded groundhogs, and very likely a lot of creatures I haven’t yet seen. Or may never see.
Our newest sightings include cedar waxwings and an eastern king bird.
There are also a whole host of insects, including honey bees. One of the prettiest sights are the fireflies at night. Thousands upon thousands of them dance through the flowers and grasses beginning at dusk and lasting well into the evening.
And when the moon is shining, the Queen Anne’s Lace seem to glow right along with the fireflies.
Love is not to be cultivated. Love cannot be divided into divine and physical; it is only love — not that you love many or the one. That again is an absurd question to ask: ‘Do you love all?’ You know, a flower that has perfume is not concerned who comes to smell it, or who turns his back upon it. So is love. Love is not a memory. Love is not a thing of the mind or the intellect. But it comes into being naturally as compassion, when this whole problem of existence — as fear, greed, envy, depair, hope — has been understood and resolved.
~ Jiddu Krishnamurti
If you’ve been looking around Bountiful Healing in search of an old post, chances are pretty good that you won’t find it. I’ve privatized most of my posts for now. Someone has been lifting photos. That’s not surprising and I know it’s to be expected. The problem is that I’ve been lazy about how I put them on my blogs, making the full-size photo available when I didn’t intend to. That’s my fault for assuming things I shouldn’t have assumed and for being lazy.
I’ve left The Color Series and a few recent posts. I may add back some more later or I may decide to shut down Bountiful Healing once and for all. Whether I keep Bountiful Healing open or not, you’ll still be able to find me posting regularly at Life in the Bogs (where I also need to make some changes in how I post photos but that won’t be quite as drastic as what I’m doing here).
For now I’m considering it an almost-fresh start here at Bountiful Healing and we’ll see how it goes. 🙂














