Monday, 31 August 2009

Goodbye August

August is saying its goodbyes. Waving farewell, with blustery winds, with shivering trees, with clouds scudding across a grey sky.

"Ride the horse in the direction that it’s going." - Werner Erhard

Thursday, 27 August 2009

Calm Has Returned

Blustery winds and black, black skies have relinquished their place outside my window. This morning I see sunlight sculpting the limbs of the huge old tree in the distance, the bark of the silver birch glistening white, leaves still in the morning sunshine. A flock of busy sparrows dart back and forth to my birdtable.
Calm has returned to my garden.

"The art of life lies in a constant readjustment to our surroundings." - Okakura Kakuzo

Sunday, 23 August 2009

In My Kitchen This Morning

Early morning sunlight casts a perfect silhouette of my lilac tree on the frosted glass of my kitchen door. Liquid yellow light runs in rivulets across the terracotta floor. Timing just perfect for my newly opened eyes to catch this beautiful moment. In minutes the Sun will be higher in the sky and that rare scene will be gone and no one else will witness the beauty that was in my kitchen this morning.

"If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads." – Anatole France

Monday, 17 August 2009

Zen Garden

I sit, grounded, earthed. A large boulder in the zen garden of my life. My thoughts, carefully tended patterns, swirl in the pure raked gravel of my mind. The single tree, my focus, shaped over many years by careful pruning. Everything is still, serene, unmoving.

"The body is a sacred garment." - Martha Graham

Wednesday, 12 August 2009

The Day Before

The day before my birthday and I feel strangely resolute. Dancing thoughts hover just out of reach, resisting my attempts to pigeonhole the sparkling fragments of possibility. My aura is filled with stardust, there is magic in the air tonight.

"Observe the wonders as they occur around you." - Rumi

Wednesday, 5 August 2009

Soft Fine Rain

Soft fine rain blurs the edges of this August day. Silence, a quivering leaf, the hopping of sparrows in the lilac bush. I feel as muted as the subdued pallete of the colours outside my window. Nature and my being are both being viewed through a soft focus lens today.

"The ordinary arts we practice every day at home are of more importance to the soul than their simplicity might suggest." - Thomas More

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