About Constellations

When our thoughts become poems the poetry becomes our constellations and then we write down the words all the that we have discovered or want to understand. These are the things I am. I am trying to learn French. I’m learning I think. A language as vast as the stars. It’s like watching the constellations partly; discovering it changes us; deepening our minds just as the poetry we read or write becomes more meaningful night after night… just begins with a simple thought.


Hafod Defined

Japanese Imari

Imari porcelain was made in Japan and China beginning in the seventeenth century. In the eighteenth century and later, it was copied by porcelain factories in Germany, France, England, and the United States.

It was especially popular in the nineteenth century and is still being made. Imari is characteristically decorated with stylized bamboo, floral, and geometric designs in orange, red, green, and blue.

Japanese Imari had less details, darker colors, and less gold by the middle of the nineteenth century. The name comes from the Japanese port of Imari, which exported the ware made nearby in a factory at Arita.

Imari is now a general term for any pattern of this type

And Above All…

“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.”

~ Roald Dahl

Today is November 1st.  Everyday brings new things.  I am finding the world is full of great places and things. That is no secret, however to get the most out of life, we have to be aware that they can be hidden. To make the most of it, I have to be ever alert & watchful. For those believe there are mysteries to be revealed for those who seek. 

The rain will fall,

The summer has ended,

Quiet nurturing;

Harvest time has come.

With less concern for need

We shall  live and breath,

For this is winter’s nature,

To make us stronger in the end,

This is how we show our love.

Thank you for reading. 

Thinking Out Loud

I can only speak one language
You can speak maybe three or five,
I admire that.
Sometimes I hear you talking.

Speaking to another
In French or Spanish or Italian;
I love that!
Thinking out loud.

I wish my brain 
Could speak like you
In more than one language;
In a voice I never heard.

There is an art
To say, “I love you”
In more than one way.

There are two or more words
They say,
To the meanings of everything,
There is more than one understanding
In this world of speaking. 

More languages 
Than anyone could 
Ever imagine. 

This is a world of sounds
Of soundscapes, landscapes
That speak,
And conversation in cafe’s
Of voices on the internet,
And some writing it too. 

I only have one voice,
When it comes to you, 
It’s a language 
I know you’ll understand.

Language is the sound
Of many songs,
How wonderful it is…
That other voice so dear…
How lucky I am!
I came to hear
That voice in you.


“There are people who take the heart out of you, and there are those who put it back.” – Elizabeth David 

It’s true… Yes, I am a food lover and one of my favourite hobbies is discovering and creating new recipes. It is some my husband and do together and he has been a great inspiration to me and although I don’t always admit it, ‘I think he is a better cook than me.’

So living here in Wales I have discovered it has some of the best produce, Welsh lamb, beef and food and drink in the entire world.  And the British seem to scarcely noticed what was is on their plates much less grown outside in their gardens. 

Eating healthy, homegrown, fresh food is one of life’s great pleasures, and he has taught me that cooking should not be a drudgery but an exciting and creative act. 

And in doing doing, his cooking has I inspired me not only to cook, but to think about food in an entirely different way. 

As a result of his inspiration and love for fresh food; I’m healthy, fit and much happier. 

Thank you Darling for everything. 

Photo credit by Hart