01 May 2016
by Tilly Evan Jones
in angels, Beginnings, family, little girl, mother, spring, spring reflective, Uncategorized
Tags: child, events, family, Macaroons, May Day, mother, sisters, spiritual, spring, Wild Violets, women
I have memories of spring, of May Day, whether they be true or not I have no idea. Perhaps my sisters can tell me.
I have memories of May Day Macaroons, the only time our mother made them. I loved those macaroons, soft, warm and chewy from the oven. I loved their pure coconut sweetness.
I have memories of small paper baskets, cone shaped, with a 
tiny paper handle, filled with flowers and cookies, and hung on a friends door.
I love these memories of our mother.
I always will love macaroons and little wild violets
18 Mar 2016
by Tilly Evan Jones
in Beginnings, breathing, change, melting snow, Uncategorized
Tags: change, dreaming, Easter, Equinox, events, Ostara, spiritual, spring
Sometimes, the weather does not feel like our season is changing, but our hearts…our hearts feel the change.
Blessings on this Ostara, may the wisdom of moving forward lighten your souls
19 May 2014
by Tilly Evan Jones
in angels, breathing, change, clouds, daydreams, Fairy Tales, gypsies, mosaic, mother, rain, random thoughts, spring, spring reflective, stories, witness
Tags: breathing, dreaming, fairies, inspiration, spiritual, spring
On this rainy spring morning I can imagine little fairies cozened up in their homes with feet up on pin cushions, settled in, covered with downy quilts. Tea steaming in little cups, staying dry, and dreaming of the sun.
01 May 2014
by Tilly Evan Jones
in angels, Beginnings, breathing, change, clouds, daydreams, Fairy Tales, freedom, gypsies, mother, rain, random thoughts, spring, summer
Tags: Beltane, breathing, dreaming, events, freedom, friends, inspiration, spiritual, spring, summer, women
As a child, our Mother helped us to craft small construction paper baskets, to fill with wild violets. We would take these, early in the morning, and hang them on the door knobs of our friends houses. She also baked coconut macaroons, just then, for that day.
I loved these traditions, and now, understand the offerings, the macaroons for blessings, the flowers to represent spring moving into summer.
We sort of have forgotten this day, as we have many things that I remember from child hood.
Well, here is my basket of flowers for you! Happy Beltane, one and all! Blessings on you!
31 Mar 2014
by Tilly Evan Jones
in angels, Beginnings, breathing, change, clouds, daydreams, gypsies, melting snow, rain, random thoughts, spring, spring snow
Tags: breathing, change, clouds, dreaming, freedom, inspiration, mother, sisters, special events, spiritual, spring
I was looking for images of rain, because we are in that wonderfully glorious season of rain and mud mixed with unexpected rays of sunshine. I found this. It makes a good deal of happy sense.
20 Mar 2014
by Tilly Evan Jones
in angels, breathing, change, clouds, daydreams, Fairy Tales, freedom, gypsies, melting snow, mosaic, mother, palm reading, People I Know, planning, Second Saturday, spring, spring snow, stories, words
Tags: 225 water street, change, dreaming, events, freedom, friends, gardens, jordan, palm reading, people, sisters, special events, spiritual, spring, women
It has been a while since I could say Happy Spring. Yes, I know, Beginning Saturday it will be cold again, but Hey! It is Spring!
I will be celebrating Spring with Ms. Mara this Saturday at 225 Water Street! Hope to see you there! Many items to browse and maybe you can have your palm read!!!
17 Mar 2014
by Tilly Evan Jones
in Beginnings, breathing, clouds, daydreams, Fairy Tales, freedom, gypsies, little girl, melting snow, mother, random thoughts, stories
Tags: 225 water street, breathing, dreaming, events, freedom, gardens, inspiration, jordan, mother, palm reading, special events, spiritual, spring, women
Happiest Day to you all! It is not yet calendar Spring, and yes, tomorrow it will snow. I however always believe that today. St Patty’s Day is my start to Spring. Whatever comes, snow or sleet, I can feel Springtime in my soul!
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