You have one week to yourself.
You want to do something special and make the most of your life.
You are alone and unable to travel.
What would you do?
Month: March 2015
Welsh Home in the Morning
Welsh Home in the Morning
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Birds are all a twitter
The tractors out to play
A distant sound of rumbling
Along the winding way
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Water it is trickling
With golden weaves of fish
A lonely quack of duckling
To break the peaceful wish
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Clouds so softly spreading
The trees stand proud each day
A single bark of wanting
To dance amidst the hay
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People they are rising
With gentleness and calm
A far off plane is passing
What seems to be a farm
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Rain it is so threat’ning
The air is damp and chill
A golden thread is drifting
To warm the writer’s quill
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Earth is giving goodness
With leaves and buds and seeds
A show of labour’s loving
To meet the grower’s needs
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Home is where the heart is
The gift of life to share
A blend of couple’s dreaming
And all that makes a pair
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Wales it is so precious
With love for all to give
A place where nature’s living
Makes life so positive
Stars
Stars that twinkle in the night
Stars that seem to glow so bright
Through the depths my soul does feel
A gentle pull that makes me reel
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Stars that wander in the day
Stars that gather come what may
Through the magic that awaits
A welcome calm is what it takes
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Stars that follow moonlit ways
Stars that send their softest gaze
Through the heaven’ly spirit guide
An angel takes me for a ride
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Stars that fondest thoughts evoke
Stars that drift afore I’ve woke
Through the glistening wands of light
A touch of wonder fills the night
Morning Pages and an untitled poem
Many years ago I came across Julie Cameron’s book, The Artist’s Way. One very important thing I gained from this was the practice of morning pages (which can be done at any time of the day when you have peace on your own). For those that don’t know, this involves having pen and a large notebook, a quiet and comfortable space on your own, and then writing a set number of pages (I believe it’s 3) without stopping. Write about anything that comes to mind, don’t think about it or plan what you are going to write. If you don’t know what to write, just write ‘I don’t know what to write’ repeatedly until something else appears on the page. This may sound silly but from my own experience it really works and it is really surprising where the writing may lead. Sometimes I have written poems this way and below are some verses that appeared one day.
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Whatever dreams you may have
Let them sway
Like the trees in the wind going with the flow
With good roots, know that they’re OK.
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Whatever thoughts you may have
They’re precious
Like jewels sprinkled on a moonlit pond
With respect, know that they’re secure
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Whatever love you may have
t’is a gift
Like nothing else in the world
With love, know that you love.
Light
This poem was written some while ago and was inspired by a documentary about light and how important it is to our lives.
Light
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Where does light come from
it comes all around
We take it for granted
till it can’t be found
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What if it left us
and never came back
Our lives would be ruined
with such a big lack
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What is its value
and do we all know
that light is our leader
controls where we go
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Our clock it is ticking
we live day to day
and light is the reason
we find the right way
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Yet do we take notice
of what our soul feels
and do we respect it
the natural wheels
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I gaze with such wonder
at all that light is
A miracle surely
without it we’ll zizzzz…. or not!
Spring
I have found my poems!!! Such a relief as they are very personal to me, so will be sharing some of them over the coming weeks.
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Spring
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I love to sit and feel the warming sun
and read the words that scatter on the page
as breeze and shifty bees do test my strength
to wallow in the pillows of the spring.
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I yearn to be with nature all the time
and let my mind evolve across the field
as footsteps lay before the way is set
to take me through the crazy wooded mire.
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I love to sit and feel the warming sun
and hear the tweeting call from far above
as distance floats between the knitted yarn
to free me from the traps that I have won.
Fantastic Waves – a link to an amazing photographer
After sharing my poem about the sea, it reminded me about photographs I had seen captured by a surfer of the inside of waves. The photographer and surfer is Clark Little. He shares his amazing photos and videos, I have never before seen anything like it. Take a look at his website http://www.clarklittlephotography.com, you won’t be disappointed. Let me know what you think of his work. Kay
The Sea’s Gift
When I was sorting through papers the other day I came across a copy of one of my lost poems – one of my favourites. So here it is … The poems I have written to date are spontaneous as they come. This one reflects the beneficial effect that walking by the sea can make to me.
The Sea’s Gift
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Swirling, swelling, choffing about
ever there, forever no doubt
Wondrous feeling, breezing hair
Visual landscape, no compare.
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Softly, seeping, lapping away
ever there, forever a day
Gentle ebbing, loving cure
Sensual feelscape, yet so pure.
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Twilight, twinkling, milling anew
ever there, forever for you
Heaven crying, flowing deep
Mystical dreamscape, I will keep.
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Sunshine warming, glist’ning delight
ever there, forever my might
Soulful cleansing, giving hope
Miracle seascape, I can cope.
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March 16, 2015 – Something good
Absolutely love this … many more on the motivating giraffe blog.
Art for All – and Zentangle
I strongly believe that art in its widest sense should be available and accessible to anyone. Many people may not have tried anything creative since they were at school. I have seen how providing an environment where people feel at ease, together with a range of materials – sometimes just blank paper and felt tips – can have surprising results. After an initial hub of conversation, a quietness descends as most people become engrossed in their own activity. Some may struggle initially as it is a new experience but they often gain inspiration from what is happening around them, seeing what others are doing. Their self-esteem increases and there is a sense of pride in their achievement.
i was intrigued when reading kelzbelzphotography.wordpress.com blog to find out about Zentangle, an art method that is a form of meditation as it is practiced mindfully. It is suitable for young and old and can be done anywhere. Check out the Zentangle website to find out how it started and hear the stories of some of the people who have been trained to teach this method and their own personal experiences of the benefits. www.zentangle.com
waves and pebbles 