The Garden

We talk and in conversations where I take everything in. We talk about everything; sometimes all night and then there are days, when we are just content to be together.  I love our walks through the park with the dogs. They take us through the flowering trees in the botanical gardens. I think about how much happiness this garden has brought to many.   There I consider how much the trees towers over us. I love how rough the bark feels under my touch. How they flower and thrive even in the most extreme weather. How the boughs of blossoms … Continue reading The Garden

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Light Captured

The sudden light of cloudburst sprinkles and pastel hues and hopscotch lines creating rainbow designs is the question in the artists eyes while nature answers to her why’s; what is this Light?  Is it electromagnetic radiation that is visible and perceivable by the human eye?  Is it the colours between red and violet.   Does it have frequencies of terahertz, wavelengths and nanometers; equal to one billionth of a metre?  Is there is the sensation of perceiving light; it is brightness and sudden light; the medium of illumination…is that what makes sight possible. There is the illumination where it’s derived … Continue reading Light Captured

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Bird, Beast and Buttercup

So there is a field of buttercups we sometimes walk through. It reminds me of the morning. This morning there was an aching for you in my mind. Buttercups come to mind golden and glowing as though if kissed by sunlight just for us to walk through.   When I was a child, I placed a buttercup under my chin; amazed by its reflection.  How time passes. Let us just sit in the grass, letting time slip away from us. Block out the world all except you and I.   You are my central core of fire from which I was … Continue reading Bird, Beast and Buttercup

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Lake Country House Retreat

Came to the Welsh country. It was in the South; West Glamorgan and below the Brecon Beacons and the Black Mountains and near the east of Pembrokeshire.  It’s where we will live for nearly the whole of our life. I was summoned home to Wales by your alchemy with verses of love poems and translations from French.  Sometimes there seems to be a precipitated dramatic change at times. A retreat perhaps is needed. Do we long to return to the innocence of pre-existence? Is it the soul that is in us that exiles and aches to go back home, to regain … Continue reading Lake Country House Retreat

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