Over a 3 week period, we went from having a snowstorm to having a long stretch of sunny 70-degree days… and like magic, the landscape has been transformed from the grays and browns of winter to the lime-green beauty of spring… I feel it’s light fill my soul again and every cell in my body.
trees are bursting forth with tiny green leaves,

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the flowering crab apple and redbud trees are getting ready to pop,
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and spring peepers are serenading each other… rejoicing with us for the love of spring!

savor these days friends ~  💚 michele


“The kiss of the sun for pardon.
The song of the birds for mirth.
You are nearer God’s Heart in a garden.
Than anywhere else on earth.”
Author: unknown
xoxo, Shirina


in the dark,
Found light
Brighter than many ever see.
Within herself,
Found loveliness,
Through the soul’s own mastery.
And now the world receives
From her dower:
The message of the strength
Of inner power.
~Langston Hughes
xoxo, Shirina


This month has been all about spring cleaning… files and folders and boxes filled with decades of bills, receipts & statements… the painful part of this massive purging and organizing project, which I took on after going through my first box 3 weeks ago.
Little did I know I would still be working on it today. : )
But some fun has come out of it, as well. By painstakingly going through all the closets in the house, I have come upon many treasures and lots of memories.

Old books and my vintage camera collection


Bags of empty film canisters, old photos and years of travel memories.


Cards and letters… filled with life. Someday I’m going to sit down and read them all.


A box filled with all the things I loved as a little girl (and still do).

And so much more….  I don’t think my house has ever been this organized… ha.:-)   Now I’m just hoping I can keep it this way for a while.  Happy Spring cleaning everyone!
xoxo, Michele


“Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you’re there. It doesn’t matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that’s like you after you take your hands away. The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn-cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime.”  ~Ray Bradbury  xoxo, shirina


“All that we are is story. From the moment we are born to the time we continue on our spirit journey, we are involved in the creation of the story of our time here. It is what we arrive with. It is all we leave behind. We are not the things we accumulate. We are not the things we deem important. We are story. All of us. What comes to matter then is the creation of the best possible story we can while we’re here; you, me, us, together. When we can do that and we take the time to share those stories with each other, we get bigger inside, we see each other, we recognize our kinship – we change the world, one story at a time…”
― Richard Wagamese

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xoxo, michele


“Wherever you are creating beauty around you, You are creating your own soul”. ~Alice Walker       

xo, shirina 


A day spent being a tourist in my own city. It’s amazing how much you see with your eyes wide open.   


xo, michele