A mother’s hands are the first to receive you when you enter this world. A mother’s hands were the first to reach out to you
Author: FrogDiva
Writer, traveler, photographer - channelling the inner thoughts and emotions through the camera lens in homage to life, light, and the soul. These are the musings of a FrogDiva.
Photography and writing are pillars of my soul, and hence, inseparable from my being. The urge to write about what I photograph or match a photograph to my writings are processes that are never far from one another.
Why frogs? They are adaptable creatures who live and survive just about any environment you expose them to. They are short, chubby, not particularly pretty, but carry a wealth of experience with them. I collect them with a passion (the decorative type, not the live ones), and they are a reminder to return to the simplicity and spirituality of my being, but always making the most of each day, savouring every moment.
So It’s Blursday Again
With this extended concept of lockdown or restricted movement, social distancing, quarantine, whatever you call it, I’ve lost sense of the days of the week
Dating a Date
There are very few things that I wish were universal, but a universal standard for writing the date would be most convenient and definitely at
Listen With Your Soul
When was the last time you listened to the rain? Really listened? We all hear it, especially when it comes down like a deluge, but
The Wax Job
No, it’s not THAT kind of wax job, so for those of you with a non-vegetarian mind, I hate to disappoint and launch a spoiler
Mid-life Croaks: Re-born as a Squirrel
We make fun every year of squirrels who run around like berserk energy fields busily collecting acorns and chestnuts in autumn and burying them in
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