stepping stones on water

💧✨ "Cleanse and Protect" Spray Potion ✨💧

This potion is meant to be sprayed in each of the four corners of your rooms to have a two-in-one benefit of cleansing your space and protecting it as well!

Items needed:

- A Spray Bottle
- “Cleanse and Protect” Sigil
- Jasmine Oil
- Peridot (chips or the stone)
- Filtered Water
- Amethyst
- A candle


Put a couple drops of Jasmine Oil into the spray bottle. Add the Peridot and then the filtered water. Draw or tape the sigil onto the bottle and then set it near or on top of the Amethyst. Light the candle near by to allow it to charge and soak up the energies of the Peridot, Amethyst, Jasmine Oil, and the candle light.

When you are finished, spray in all corners of your room or house and breathe in the scent of Jasmine to soothe and cleanse your soul and aura. It would be good to meditate on these good feelings to fill your space with positive energy. 💕

Hidden Escape. August 2016. Shawnee Trail Conservation Area, Missouri, USA.

“Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain,
Telling me just what a fool I’ve been.
I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain,
And let me be alone again.”
The Cascades, Rhythm of the Rain

Protecting Mr. Wiles Pt. 2

The next morning, Taylor took it upon herself to explore her surroundings and gain familiarity with Adam’s…mass of land. She could tell they were near the French seaside from the fresh salt that littered the air, and when she stepped down the stone steps to dip her feet into the water, she was confronted with a harsh reality. Hordes of men were milling around, lifting boxes onto small ships, before eventually, sailing away. Cargo was placed onto ships just as easily as it was taken off of them, and Taylor realized that this port belonged to Adam and his “business.”

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hacked town ideas

I have a lot of these;; If you’re hacking your town or starting a fresh town to hack, maybe these ideas will come in useful!

  • A desert town. No grass, no plaza stone and no river (or else a very small one if you want to catch river fish yourself), just a handful of scattered ponds to act as oases! Palm trees, flowers and buildings are clustered around the oases. Out in the barren desert are a few pyramids, a sphinx, maybe some scarce weeds. Might be cool to have a hot spring or a water pump out in the middle of nowhere.
  • A jungle town. LOTS of grass and palms and tropical fruit and hibiscuses and lilies ahHHH!! Like four waterfalls. Huge beaches. COLOR and PLANTS are just everywhere. Geysers and stone tablets and moai statues?? Villagers that used to be islanders YES and baskets of fruit as decoration and cute stepping stone paths!
  • A post-apocolyptic town. Very little water, not much grass, modern everything. Dead trees and lots of weeds. Could use a lot of different PWPs for this… streetlight? Bus stop, pile of pipes, fire pit? Paths that look like cracked highways! Cluster most of the buildings in the center somewhere and have a few villagers living alone in the wastelands.
  • An icy forest town. Always winter and cedar trees EVERYWHERE! Lots of waterfalls and ponds. Small tiny beaches, most only accessible by swimming. Sooo many penguin villagers. Illuminated trees would be really pretty dotted throughout a thick forest. White and blue flowers, water fountains, zen renovations cause they look a little cabin-y if you squint.
  • A farm town?? There’s a way to manually set grass deterioration, I’m not sure how that works but it would be so cool to set up little fields of dirt and decorate with flower seed bags and fruit baskets! Persimmons could be pumpkins and for other growing things make use of patterns. Scarecrow and rice rack PWPs would be super cute, and a water well! Lots of tree orchards. Could use bamboo to make a ‘corn’ maze. A resident’s house could be decked out as a farmer’s market!
  • An enchanted forest. The town tree is in the middle of a big forest and not on any plaza stone. To get to it you follow a little path behind town hall. Town hall, Retail and whatever other important buildings are all clustered together, and the villagers are dotted throughout the forest. Lots of illuminated PWPs. Always summertime so fireflies float around the ponds and rivers! Fairytale renovations and PWPs.

He is staccato’d arpeggios:
Stabbing, rhythmic, the illusion of predictability;
A decrescendo into something softer –
Not just piano,
A legato unlike anything I have heard before:
Racing through a tunnel, footsteps ringing silent;
Water lapping over stepping stones,
A faint wind quieting any resulting murmur.
The tempo increases, then –
sforzando and disorientation.
A sick joke it must be for these aggressive, hateful passages
To be marked lamentoso.
And yet –
The emotion is undoubtably present
In these tremolos, the caesura…
Or am I simply projecting? It would not be the first time.

Dripping water hollows out stone, not through force but through persistence.
—  Ovid

A soft sigh falls from Calum’s lips as he brings you in closer to his chest. There’s a steady breeze coming off the water, making it feel about ten degrees colder than it really is. The two of you are sitting side by side on the edge of the great stone steps that lead down to the water’s edge. There are families and couples scattered around you, all anticipating the annual lighted boat parade. It’s tradition for you to attend with your family, but this year you’ve got a plus one with Calum.

“So what exactly is this lighted boat parade?” Calum mumbles into your beanie clad head.

You chuckle softly. “It’s exactly what it sounds like, Cal. You know this is a big boating community. This time of year, everyone decorates for Christmas. It’s kinda a huge deal. This is the night when everyone reveals their boats. The entire community comes out to see, as I’m sure you can tell.” You look around at all the people crowed around the water’s edge.

Calum hums softly to himself, satisfied by your answer, but not entirely sure he understands. But in all honesty, he would do anything to see a smile on your face. Even if that meant sitting on a concrete step when it’s almost freezing outside just to watch a collection of boats with Christmas lights strung on them.

“Do you want some hot chocolate?” Calum asks you. He needs to get up and walk around to get some feeling back in his legs.

“Sure,” you smile. “That sounds great. Extra whipped cream?”

“Always,” Calum mirrors your smile as he stands up. He kisses your cheek before making his way up the steps to the nice old woman selling warm cups of cider, coffee, and hot cocoa.

Your legs bounce slightly in hopes of keeping warm as you wait for Calum to return. You’ve always joked about him being your own personal space heater, but in times like this, you realise just how accurate that description is. You glance behind you to see Calum still queued for cups of hot chocolate. A smile crosses your face as you see a little girl run up to him. You aren’t certain what their conversation is, but you can imagine she’s a fan when she asks for a hug and a woman (who you assume is her mother) takes their photo together. How you got so lucky to date this man, you’ll never know.

You turn your attention back to the water when you hear the voice of your town’s mayor ringing out through the night. The parade is about to start, and your excitement level is off the charts.

The first few boats are magnificent, lights strung all around, blow up Santas and reindeers, fake snow sprayed all inside the windows. You’re entirely wrapped up in the sights in front of you that you hardly notice when Calum resumes his seat beside you, a steaming cup of hot cocoa in each hand.

“Here you are, love,” Calum hands you one of the cups.

“Thank you,” you reply, not taking your eyes off the brightly coloured boats in the water.

Calum chuckles slightly. “Which boat has been your favourite?”

You take a sip of your drink, eyes diverting from the spectacle in front of you to steal a glance at your boyfriend. “I think the winter wonderland themed one is my favourite so far. But I’m really looking forward to seeing Frank’s boat. He always goes over the top and never disappoints.”

“I see,” Calum smiles. He brings his arm around you to pull you into his side. He places a kiss to your temple.

The two of you stay wrapped up in each other’s arms for the remainder of the parade. Calum smiles widely each time you oooh and awww at the passing boats, perfectly content to hold you in his arms. And to be fair, he’s actually enjoying himself. Some of the boats are actually really cool looking. His personal favourite being the one with the blow up Santa dressed in a leather jacket playing a guitar.

You shift excitedly in Calum’s arms. “Frank’s boat is coming!” You set the empty cup beside you on the concrete, sitting up straight to get a good view of massive boat coming down the lake.

Your eyes grow wide as the sparkling vessel comes closer. It’s covered in twinkling lights and silver tinsel. You’re so caught up in the spectacle of it all, that you don’t even notice Calum shifting beside you. In a matter of moments you realise what’s happening. A bright light shines onto a banner hanging from the side of the boat. Your hand flies to your mouth as you read the word written across it.

“(Y/N) will you marry me?”

You turn to look beside you and see Calum down on one knee, a small powder blue box in his hand.

“I know this probably isn’t the way you imagined me doing this, but I honestly couldn’t think of a better way to ask you to be my wife than to incorporate something that you love almost as much as you love me,” Calum smiles. “I love you so much, (Y/N), and it would make me the happiest man in the world if you would marry me and be my wife for the rest of forever.”

A tear escapes your eye as you find yourself at a loss for words. It takes a moment before you start nodding your head furiously, reaching down to grab his face to bring him up to standing level. You crash your lips onto his. His hands wrapping around your waist to bring you closer to him.

“Yes, yes, a thousand times yes,” you whisper in his ear, still unable to properly speak.

The crowd around you bursts into applause and the boats in the water all sound their horns in celebration. Calum opens the ring box and slips the simple diamond on your finger. You can’t help but smile.

Calum brings you in for another hug, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “Happy early Christmas, babe.”

“Happy early Christmas, Cal.”


“There in the Forest”

This is the illustration that I’ve been working my butt off on for the past several weeks to finish up. I started it last year, put in 20 hours and then felt like I lost direction in it and just couldn’t figure out where it was going or how to fix it. I didn’t want to just throw it away so I put it aside. I picked it up again recently and things started to come together once I added the water and stepping stones, and then added in the woman. SO glad I stuck to it and didn’t give up! It was hard to work through parts of it….it really was. I felt like it was turning out  horribly and I couldn’t save it. But I kept working through it and it came through in the end. Hurrah!

I will have prints of this with me at Emerald City Comicon! I’m going to be on the 6th floor - that’s the very top above the main hall.

Surfing on the River Eisbach in Munich, Germany taken by @simoncroberts (Simon Roberts).
Munich’s Englischer Garten - English Garden - is home to one of the largest urban surfing spots in the world and a mecca for fans of the sport. Surfers ride the artificial waves all year round, which are created by torrents of freezing water being pumped over a stone step. The water flows at about 20 tons per second. #urbansurfing #riversurfing #munich by natgeo

A Way of Being

‘I remember one afternoon as I was sitting on the steps of our monastery in Nepal. The monsoons storms had turned the courtyard into an expanse of muddy water, and we had set out a path of bricks to serve as stepping stones. A friend of mine came to the edge of the water, surveyed the scene with a look of disgust, and complained about every single brick as she made her was across. When she got to me, she rolled her eyes and said, “Yuck! What if I’d fallen into that filthy muck? Everything’s so dirty in this country!” Since, I knew her well, I prudently nodded, hoping to offer her some comfort through my mute sympathy. A few minutes later, Raphaele, another friend of mine, came to the path through the swamp. “Hup, hup, hup!” she sang as she hopped, reaching dry land with the cry “What fun!” her eyes sparkling with joy, she added: “The great thing about the monsoon is that there is no dust.” Two people, two ways of looking at things; six billion human beings, six billion worlds.

On a more somber note, Raphael once told me of a meeting she’s had on her first visit to Tibet, in 1986, with a man who’d had an appalling time during the Chinese invasion. “He invited me to sit down on a bench and served me some tea he kept in a large thermos. It was his first time talking to a Westerner. We laughed a lot; he was really adorable. Children kept coming by to stare at us in astonishment, and he showered me with questions. Then he told me how he’d been jailed for twelve years by the Chinese invaders and condemned to cut some stone for a dam being built in the Drak Yerpa valley. The dam was completely useless, since the riverbed was almost always dry! All his friends dropped dead of hunger and exhaustion around him, one by one. Despite the horror of his story, there wasn’t the slightest trace of hatred in his words or the least bit of resentment in his eyes, which beamed with kindness. As I fell asleep that night, I wondered how a man who had suffered so much could seem so happy.”

Anyone who enjoys inner peace is no more broken by failure than he is inflated by success. He is able to fully live his experiences in the context of a vast and profound serenity, since he understands that experiences are ephemeral and that it is useless to cling to them. There will be no “hard fall” when things turn bad and he is confronted with adversity. He does not sink into depression, since his happiness rests on a solid foundation. One year before her death at Auschwitz, the remarkable Etty Hillesum, a young Dutchwoman, affirmed: “When you have an interior life, it certainly doesn’t matter what side of the prison you’re on… I’ve already died a thousand times in a thousand concentration camps. I know everything. There is no new information to trouble me. One way or another, I already know everything, and yet, I find this life beautiful and rich in meaning. At every moment.”

Once at an open meeting in Hong Kong, a young man rose from the audience to ask me: “Can you give me one reason why I should go on living?” This book is a humble response to that question, for happiness is above all a love of life. To have lost all reason for living is to open up an abyss of suffering. As influential as external conditions may be, suffering, like well-being, is essentially an interior state. Understanding that is the key prerequisite to a life worth living. What mental conditions will sap our joie de vivre, and which will nourish it?

Changing the way we see the world does not imply a naive optimism or some artificial euphoria designed to conterbalance adversity. So long as we are slaves to the dissatisfaction and frustration that arise from the confusion that rules our minds, it will be just as futile to tell ourselves “I’m happy!” over and over again as it would to repaint a wall in ruins. The search for happiness is not about looking at life through rose-colored glasses or blinding oneself to the pain and imperfections of the world. Nor is happiness a state of exaltation to be perpetuated at all costs; it is the purging of mental toxins such as hatred and obsession that literally poison the mind. It is also learning how to put things in perspective and reduce the gap between appearance and reality. To that end we must acquire a better knowledge of how the mind works and a more accurate insight into the nature of things, for in its deepest sense, suffering is intimately linked to the misapprehension of the nature of reality.’

- Matthieu Ricard, Happiness: A Guide to Developing Life’s Most Important Skills.