Night time streets, dark and deserted. The golden half Moon, pinned low in the big velvet sky. Curling wood smoke and the screech of an owl cut through the crisp blackness. Glowing lights behind drawn curtains hint at life, as we walk together in the dark.
"Nothing like a night time stroll to give you ideas." - J.K. Rowling
Friday, 25 September 2009
Monday, 21 September 2009
Autumn Equinox
The leaves begin their slow journey from summer green to autumn's fiery jewels. Glimpses of saffron yellow and burnt orange amidst the sea of green, picked out and set aglow by the sinking sun. Day and night, balanced again at this equinox point. The year is turning and autumn is returning to the land.
"Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower." - Albert Camus
"Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower." - Albert Camus
Monday, 14 September 2009
The Sheer Volume Of My Possessions
The sheer volume of my possessions sometimes weighs me down. So many things, cupboards full, boxes overflowing. It feels stifling, claustrophobic. I long for space around things, for room to breathe. Once again I am ripe for a clear out. It is a time for letting go.
"My body and spirit are the only things that truly belong to me." - Carrie Latet
"My body and spirit are the only things that truly belong to me." - Carrie Latet
Wednesday, 9 September 2009
Life Moves On
Limb by limb the beautiful branches of the old Willow tree are removed from the sky. Blue instead of green now seen from the window. All things change. Life moves on.
"Thank God, they cannot cut down the clouds." - Henry David Thoreau
"Thank God, they cannot cut down the clouds." - Henry David Thoreau
Monday, 7 September 2009
The Weight of The Heavy Sky
Today I can feel the weight of the heavy sky. Blankets of cloud slung low and grey touch the treetops, unmoving in the still evening air. Dusk creeps slowly, absorbing the fading light in its path. The atmosphere is palpable, I can sense the pressure. The heavens are embracing the earth too tightly today.
"With finger on her solemn lip, night hushed the shadowy earth." - Margaret Deland
"With finger on her solemn lip, night hushed the shadowy earth." - Margaret Deland
Friday, 4 September 2009
This Moment
Cats piled up on my desk - a purring mountain of warm fur. Outside, washing blowing on the line - bright colours flying like flags against the blue sky, clouds hurrying along, shepherded by the insistant wind.
"All truths wait in all things" - Walt Whitman
"All truths wait in all things" - Walt Whitman
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