As if with sparkling edges, and gentle frosted fronds. Stinging nettles in reverse silhouette, aglow. Such beauty can be found, in the least expected places. I adore the noticings of life, the tiny details which may go unnoticed… the magic that lives, right before us. I go through phases with different plants, different birds… where they seem to enthrall me…
Today was a day, magical in many ways… Thick haar, cloaking bridges and Forth. Preceded by a sleep so deep, unheard of on market days… A hare raising off curled hunch to run… in graceful leap as if in slow motion. A peewit, stood watchful in ploughed stubble field, seed in early growth, green shoots in linear
And on BLUE they fly! Dancing at dusk, in glorious moonlit, yet daylight. Sky waltzers, swirling… mesmerizing… enchanting. As the crescent moon, sat in the cosmos, lit by the sun itself… quietly contemplating, and gladly smiling. I always see the moon as a happy being… Some time to breathe, for me last night, after a day, that was
At work the last few days, everyone asked, “how did you manage to keep it a secret??” My reason, because if I spoke about it, over and over, across all my training, I’d have cried all along the way!!! So much was bound up amongst it… I didn’t want to jinx it by telling it all along the way. From
I listened to a podcast recently. She said something, which totally sat with me, and has stayed with me since. I sent it to a friend, these words, and she agreed. “You can’t give your life more time… But you can give your time more life…” Just this. Quite simple really, but with so much meaning held… ‘just’ this. I
Frost is etched around the edges of all the world this morning. Blades of grass and leaves, lay frozen in time. Not a breath of a breeze. A stillness and a space created, between the night and the day. The here and the now. The places far away from me. The birds sing, and no doubt they are glad that