See the beauty everywhere

I would like to share this video with you all, its of a woman, 109 years old, telling her secrets of a long and happy life…….. she has many gifts, one that spoke to me was seeing the beauty everywhere, even though there can be darkness, still finding optimism and a connection to the beauty of nature will keep our hearts open

Thank you Dawn for sharing this video with me


Dream State

yesterday I bought myself an amazing hand made book all about the night life of trees.  Each page hand screen printed with the most exquisitely detailed drawings in blue, white, turqoise, green all on black paper.

today in my doodlings my unconcious mind was trying to connect with those trees I am sure, all about the seeds we plant, how they incubate in the darkness and one can see in sketch that they are taking shape, little buds still slumbering in their dream state.  Dreaming of who they are to become.

Think I would love to make a beautiful book like the one I bought, not sure how to go about it.  Guess will have to learn some book making skills !

A stroll in the sunshine

Another of day of doing just what I please

A stroll in the sunshine among this splendid topiary.  The avenue of yews once graced the stately carriage drive to Cliphsham Hall, this was back in  the 1870’s when the then Head Gardener began clipping the yews into all maner of shapes.

Now its a grassy meadow-like walk, with the yews, all 150 of them, crimped and clipped by the forestry commission.

There dome like shapes put me in mind of something from Alice in Wonderland, like a line of chess pieces queueing up to take part in the mad hatters tea party, a bit like this……..?


wild and windy

worked in studio again today, gave the tree spirit another layer of oil, its had many reworkings, today one of many.  She still hasn’t lost her sense of balance in the composition, sometime when I go back and work on a painting I lose it totally, but  this one, she has a real strength of character, she is very powerful !  A bit like the weather today, its wild and windy out there !


The trees are still talking to me

my creative journey continues, the forests of trees that hold such abundance.  Somethings calls me when I walk amongst the dancing leaves, the verdant lushness, their vitality and majestic power.

A dear friend posted this beautiful poem, I had forgotten just  how beautiful these words were, a poem I had ready many times a few years back, but had faded in the mists of time…………….

Sleeping in the Forest 

I thought the earth remembered me,
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,
nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms
breathing around me, the insects,
and the birds who do their work in the darkness.
All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.