time moves on

The longest day of the year has just passed and the full moon will shine this weekend. The sky is still light with a multitude of blue, purple and pink hues and time still rolls on. But we are just specks in existence, our own importance so tiny in the bigger scheme of things. Written…

seek, see, love and do

A beautiful friend of mine found the following on Facebook and linked me to it… I think she could tell how fully I can relate, and I love her all the more for knowing my soul inside out: I would rather pass my days lying in the middle of dirt roads, staring at the full…

We are one

There is a lot going on in the world right now – especially the bad and the ugly… but there are also beautiful moments too. This video by TV2 Denmark truly reinforces the message that we are not alone, that despite our backgrounds, or what we do for a living now, we connect on so…

New word wonder…

Someone recently called me pulchritudinous – I thought they were being rude!  Still learning, every day…  After I looked it up, I blushed – and humbly said, “Thank you”… I have never been amazing at accepting compliments, lol.

A. E. Housman: A Shropshire Lad

From far, from eve and morning And yon twelve-winded sky, The stuff of life to knit me Blew hither; here am I. Now – for a breath I tarry Nor yet disperse apart – Take my hand quick and tell me, What have you in your heart. Speak now, and I will answer; How shall…

Her infinite variety

[…] Never, he will not: Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. Just came across this and thought it is lovely. Enjoy your Sunday eve folks xx Source: http://www.enotes.com/shakespeare-quotes/her-infinite-variety

Burn again?

Whispers in my head A glance to my left I see you there Sleep blanketing you Purrs heard in contentment Streams of light Flicker through the blinds Small birds sing their peace With their world And I lie here wondering Which way to turn What to do next If I’ll burn Again Written content is…

Why I write, and read the genres I read…

Writing. Writing feels good. Writing helps to clarify thoughts in my own mind. Processes and analyses are crystallised, emotions are sorted through, and awareness often asserts itself.