February 18, 2014
February 2, 2014
January 23, 2014
It tries so hard to communicate with us every moment, but do we listen?
just look at these fungi bursting up through that moist magical soil, what do you feel, what comes to mind?
January 17, 2014
This video is so beautiful to watch, a real feast for the eyes. Its 10 minutes long, grab a coffee and sit down and watch, it’s really worth it !
December 23, 2013
Bells, they toll, ring out their happy sounds that christmas is a coming, how I love them now and cannot think of anything nicer than singing carols on christmas eve at the midnight service.
Bells for me have a hidden agenda though, who would believe this strong strident women I became, as a child, was absolutely terrified of the sound of church bells. I froze on the spot, unable to move with abject fear. Visions of the the huge church tower and steeple springing forth these horrid black stick like legs and arms and coming to ger ME. This small helpless child ! I shudder now when I think of this but happily now I love the sound, they open my heart and fill me with joy !! It took many years though !! and having just celebrated my crone wisdom and written my cronedom vowels: this will give you some indication of just how long it took!
Yes its a month to the day that I posted here last, not much of a blogger eh! Oh well, another to list of things that perhaps I am not so good at, guess you get to learn your strengths and weaknesses over the years and just try and concentrate on the “good” list !!
Just like to wish you all a wonderful festive holiday however you to choose to spend this time . I have two weeks off now to recharge the batteries, to enjoy my home. Today its wrapping up presents by the fire, and not thinking about the housework or the ironing or the hundred and one things I could be doing. just happy thoughts of time with my children and my travels to scotland (the land of my father!) to celebrate the new year.
November 15, 2013
just had to post this, its so beautiful, not the fact its Alexander McQueen or Damien Hirst that an aside really, but the ethereal, flowing silk, like the gossamer thin wings of a butterfly