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(Who are we? What are we doing?
What is the meaning of life?)
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The Lemurian Hermitage
A hermit is a person who lives apart from society. Traditionally, this has meant living alone and self-sufficiently, but not always. This House of Solitude is occupied by a Hermit who came from the Lemurian Abbey to connect back to nature and enjoy the serenity and tranquility. She welcome guests. (All images on this site remain the property of the artists and writers, and it is their exclusive work. All images copyright 2007.)
Friday, April 28, 2006
Lightwood
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The Soul Food Cafe Store is the place where travellers, who plan to travel lightly, can stop to buy some supplies. The Messenger and Tote bags are perfect
for carrying your journal, scissors, glue and pens. Buy one and you will be ready to write anywhere, be it at the local coffee shop or while waiting for an appointment.
The Crest Hermitage is a Nature Store stocking a wide variety of magnificent nature cards, prints, magnets and other merchandise. It features the work of Monika Roleff.
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2 Comments:
This looks like a Eucalyptus. There was a Eucalyptus grove near where I used to live in San Francisco--that was years ago. I would go there often, especially on foggy mornings, and drink in the wonderful smell. I took several pictures. One though came out so beautifully, a black and white image. I have it framed and it is hanging on my wall here. Whenever I look at it, I remember the grove fondly and the time I spent there. Unfortunately, the grove is no longer there, the trees having been taken down to make room for something far less stimulating.
Vi
Yes, it is a eucalypt. I hear they are found in many areas of USA. The grove sounds like it was magical. I love that atmosphere of foggy mornings. The pic would be beautiful. Thank goodness for the power of memory!
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