Author Archive: tkscovill

My religion

My religion is kindness. My church is nature. My god is a feeling that lives deep inside. My job is to be conscious. My path is forgiveness. My religion is kindness and I practice it every day!

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cold gray day. beautiful still.

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Flowing Toward the Light

My wish for the new year: May you flow FEARLESSLY toward the light, Surrounded by BEAUTY and filled with LOVE.

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Old Year/New Year: Continuing the Journey

Last year: We spent the first week of 2014 in Santa Barbara, CA. This was one of the highlights of our epic journey from west to east. Maybe it was because I knew I might never see that part of the country again, but I really soaked it all in. Images and emotions are burned into my …

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Swiftly Flowing River

      I got this from one of my yoga books. It seems to be a theme for me lately “There is a river flowing now, very fast. It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid. They will try to hold on to the shore. They will feel …

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color magic. today’s image of simplicity

  Saw this as we were leaving the beach. Thought it was a good image to end 2014. What a year!!

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Reflections of Kudzu. Dismal Swamp, Virginia

This photo was taken at the Welcome Center at the southern end of Virginia. It is part of the Intracoastal Waterway. Makes you wonder what kind of magic waits around the corner…

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Making memories.

           Today’s image of Simplicity.

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More proof of impermanence

We get a lot of “pop-up” storms here in Williamsburg. They can be short but intense. A couple days ago, between storms, I saw something big laying on the ground beside my car. It was a birds’ nest. The storm must have knocked it down. Sticks, pine needles and oak leaves. How ingenious! But, like …

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The divine impermanence of it all

Once the geese flew overhead, I turned around and thought it must be time to start back toward the beach house. I saw a few more shells and other beach ornaments, but my eyes wandered toward the line of houses where I was headed. In our family there has only ever been one “beach house.” …

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