absorbing the energy of the sea

The Secret Life of Waves – waves are not water they are pure energy passing through water and by the law of the universe, energy never dies……….

watch this documentary here on iPlayer http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/search?q=the%20secret%20of%20waves

Port Eynon – Gower Peninsula.   a wonderful weekend walking by the sea, so invigorating, after watching the The Secret Life of Waves I now understand why I am so drawn to the sea.

Walking to the Worms Head, looking down onto Rossili Bay on a very wild and windy day.

The Gower Peninsula, Wales,  A wonderful weekend  with the ones I love

Open your heart………..

Breathtaking scenery does it for me, it opens my heart and I feel uplifted.  This past week I have been to two places in the UK that has some of the most of expansive views.  The Malvern Hills in Worcestershire was the first stop, where the high street is lit by gas lamps would you believe.  The area is synonymous with Elgar the composer and his famous Enigma Variations ( see clip below), he walked the hills often, and you can imagine the views here must have been a real inspiration to him.  Also of course its famous for the water, its bottled and sold throughout the uk and beyond today, but the hills are alive  with natural springs and wells, Holywell being the most important and possibly the oldest  recorded in Malvern,  dating back to the 12th century.  No time to explore the waters on this visit,  a return is imminent.

Next came Matlock, county town of the Peak District and its spectacular views.  this too is famous for its water, and in Victorian society this was the place to come for a “cure”.  Driving through this amazing scenery makes me wonder why in the uk people jet off to far-flung places of the world to be herded along with hordes of other brits when there is such beauty in our own landscapes.  These areas truly “open my heart” but there is one breathtaking view I have always wanted to see for myself, and that is of our planet earth, suspended in the cosmos………….. One day.  For now I have to make do with video clips, found one that travels through really heart expanding territory and set to NIMROD from Elgar’s Enigma Variations.

Artwork by Fernando Vincente

Friday flowers

Another week has passed with no posts, busy at work, busy with my monthly newsletter,  It’s all good and everything as it should be.

Today I gave myself a beautiful little treat, passing by a little country cottage on my way out for a nice walk with a friend of mine, I came across these beautiful bunches of flowers, sweet peas, dahlias and asters, so perfectly bright, cheery and smelled so sweet, just perfect as you can see.  I adore sweet peas, when I had an allotment a few years back now, I always had sweet peas growing so I could have a jug full of  the  bright coloured stems next  to my bed.  Just looking at them brings a big smile to my face and lots of happy memories of  sowing and planting out, weeding and harvesting, always ending a stint on the allotment with a flask of tea sitting outside my shed with Brian, my allotment neighbour  and sharing his years of  experience growing veg, we would chatter away and laugh, drink the last drops from the flask, then I would gather a bunch of the heady perfumed sweet peas and drive of home.  Happy memories.

Ended up walking along  Ditchling Beacon, a little ways only as it was quite chilly and very blustery, but enough to blow the cobwebs away and  put my life back in to perspective.  The Beacon is the highest point in East Sussex and one  can see for miles around.   I had hoped to have a nice drive in my new car with the top down, but it was too chilly.  Did for awhile though, with the heated seats on full blast !!

Lunched in THE WHITE HORSE at Ditching village, a nice simple pub, with nice simple food, totally unpretentious, warm and welcoming…………. http://www.whitehorseditchling.com/index.html

All I want to do now is sleep…………………..

Little old me

Little old me at Mitchell’s Fold, shopshire, taken by Yao http://www.flickr.com/photos/36583577@N06/

The Bronze Age  stone circle here is far from complete, I read there may have been up to 60 stones altogether.  The tallest stone stands a the south eastern side of the major axis of the circle, in line with the  rising moon…………..  What a setting, so beautiful and expansive.  It was a cold and very windy day but oh so very exhillerating.  However when back in the car all our ears were really painful as they began to warm up!!

At this size I look like one of the stones !!

the wild masculine

Mmmm he stands proud, a jaguar draped across his shoulders.  Its no surprise I felt the need to surround him by horses, they respresent Power, grace, beauty, strength, wildness and freedom.  He represents the masculine energy in us all.  The bronze statue ‘Orpheus’ by Astrid Zydower,  is larger than life and stands in the grounds of Harewood House just outside Leeds, Yorkshire.  Orpheus was the greatest musician and poet of Greek myth, whose songs could charm wild beasts and coax even rocks and trees into movement.  His magnificence radiates from this image.  I put together the image with sky recently taken in malta, the land of the divine feminine, there are so many temples to the goddess here, it compelled me to produce a “balancing” image

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A taste of Granville island-Vancouver

IMG_2199I eat with my eyes ……..     what do you eat with?  This has to be the best farmers market I have visited.  Row upon row of fresh green salad leaves, so many varieties I lost count, bright red lush tomatoes of all sizes, tiny pearls to big butch meaty globes.  Huge piles of soft fruit, some artfuly displayed in huge pyramid shapes,juicy red and yellow cherries, raspberries, cape gooseberries, strawberries, rambutans, lychees, paw paw, papaya and mangoes.  Then theres the artisan bakers, beautifully worked bread in a myriad of shapes,  pastires, cakes, biscuits, all lined up in their mouthwateringly showiness. 

Huge piles of crushed ice closely conceal the jewel like flesh of super fresh salmon, its orange red flesh just seen below its frozen overcoat.  Here and their a huge crab pincer has broken its icy crust along with the silvery toughened overcoats of the huge spotted prawns.  

Cheeses, fresh pasta, pates, herbs and spices, oriental good, speciality teas and of course the flowers, rows of brightly coloured bloms, heady with perfume, dewy fresh, and screaming out for my camera to capture their magnificense.  

I wondered out among the people, music of pan pipes drifted over, a young man flame thrower was going about his business in the square, people watching, sitting on benches reading, chatting, children laughing.  Strolling along looking in the windows, a dye shop caught my eye, on entering all I could see was basket upon basket of  warm hued wools in every concievable colour and texture, soft mohair, the crispeness of hemp, silk and wool, alpaca, skeins hanging on walls and suspended from the ceiling.  A real sight to behold…….

this place is an experience not to be missed, if you ever find yourself in downtown vancouver its a must see!!

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