Wednesday, September 19, 2012


"Get outside" she said

And so I did.

I walked and walked the mossy lanes, the only tunes from the wind, my breath and the sound of my own thoughts until...

the words stopped whirling and churning around my head, they settled and slunk away.

I saw the tiny flowers, the mossy banks, the textures and the colour. Colour surrounded me.

Many shades of blue and green, red and purple, sometimes stopping me in my tracks to observe and capture.

Nature wove her magic that autumn morning when I was alone with my thoughts. 

She replaced those dark, negative thoughts with sparkle and light.

Never underestimate the healing power of nature... 

"There are days when soliturde is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall" Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

Monday, September 17, 2012

Knocks and Bumps

Deep water or sunny reflection.... ?

Have you ever wished you could be clothed in bubble wrap and protected from life's knocks and bumps?

I'm sure I'm not the only one who sometimes longs to be shielded from hurt, distrust and unkindness that occasionally surfaces as it's want to do. It doesn't seem to matter whether we're seven or seventy, things can still get under our skin.

I quite like the idea of being cocooned in bubble wrap, comfortably nestled amongst the air filled pockets so that everything thrown will just bounce off, leaving us in one piece, whole and unbroken. Sadly it's not an option. Inevitably those irresistibly squishy bubbles are popped and flattened leaving the contents vulnerable and exposed.... then it takes sheer strength and perhaps a dose of luck to ensure the valuable essence that was carefully wrapped and safeguarded remains unscathed.

Sunday, September 2, 2012

The Sea

Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls ~ Khalil Gibran

The sea, the sea, how miss living by the sea. Listening to the surf as it rolls and crashes, hearing it whistle and fizz as the water rushes through the gaps in the rounded stones, an explosion of froth and spray when it breaks upon mussel covered rocks.

Oh how I yearn to spend more time here! Walking across the damp sand, toes sinking between the bubble wrapped seaweed that's scattered carelessly around, placing my feet into silhouetted imprints until the rippling water covers them as if they were never there...

I can taste salt on the tip of my tongue, my hair thickens as the warm wind whips it around, curling it to my face as I sit on my blanket, arms wrapped around my knees, gazing out to the horizon, thinking, smiling, remembering...

A lone seagull catches my eye as it gently glides, gracefully catching the warm thermal airflow's above, living for the moment, seemingly not a worry in the world.

Oh the sea, how my soul leaps when it it sees you. Next time I won't leave it as long before I visit you again.