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…

I love those moments…

I drive along country roads in autumn; warm, vibrant, coloured leaves fall from the trees, dancing, twirling around the top of the car in front, and swirling in a mini hurricane that I drive through unseen. Waking up on a Saturday morning in my own bed, not hungover, and realising I don’t have to work…

Golden moon

Golden moon out Shadows swallowing her Reveals pulsating glow of life She breathes A sigh The world keeps turning   Written content is © All rights are reserved. June 2010.

paint u a picture

wish i could paint u a picture of the sky this evening; sat on this balcony in this place of grey hills. and out to my right, a grey plateau hides half the vision; but behind are two tall tree tops, silhouetted, bending forth in the fresh wind. and beyond… the clouds streak across the…

Sublime

A look in the mirror confirmed the suspicion What needed to be done would be Without circumspection Eight years was a long time To wipe away But they were mine and I walked the line Walked away Man, it was sublime   Written content is © All rights are reserved. September 2011.