In that moment when time stood still I travelled the landscape of life arriving at youth where courage and dreams were intertwined I stayed for a while in that sanctuary where life flowed seamlessly in the child-woman in me I walked across the water reflective as glass effortlessly, as if, on solid ground I caught my breath at the junction of the unexpected, when truth, like lightening, blazed light all around the ride into womanhood was filled with anticipation for dreams, yet unfulfilled and in that moment of stillness my vision less bedazzled, in a backward glance, filled with trepidation, found, the balance was in my favour I had more than I had lost youth may have been short and sweet but to my delight, flanked by dares the road ahead is longer.
a dawn bird
I’m trying to get back to where I used to be and today seemed like a good day to start.
My wish for you is that you find the starting point, the beginning of anything, is exactly where you are.
No roots, growing free tenacious, and strong towering tree above held firm, by a velvet glove.
a dawn bird
I’ve always been attracted to moss when I’m out and about with my camera but I knew little about it until this word prompt. The prompt made me curious. What exactly is moss? I had to admit to myself all I knew was that I love the look of it, and nothing more.
It’s interesting to me there are so many things I take for granted or just feel are unimportant to know. Why clutter my mind is my excuse. I reminded myself while writing this post, how do we determine what is important or not, if we know nothing about it?
I learned today that moss signal there is water underneath (I sort of knew this, well, vaguely). It absorbs rain and nurtures the earth with nutrients. Moss has no roots and yet there is growth. Now in that little snippet of knowledge, was a message for me.
I know people who are like this. They are resilient like moss. They bloom, be it forest floor, or landscaped garden. They are delicate, a soft place to land, yet hold the earth steady, in their hand. Something for me to emulate.
This is my first post for 2022. I enter the year with an open heart and curious mind. My wish for you is that you experience kindness, strength, joy and gratitude.
As a child I gazed at the sky and asked why why is the moon so generous to sea and sky, and yet, like a dream, out of reach for me?
The Universe replied
That symbol of love is there out of reach, for the child to see like the moon, she has the power of one, to blind the sun she can dance on the sea at Earth’s seam, beyond the shore she can fade and disappear and yet omnipresent, like hope, she will appear to the woman who was once a child that asked why but bravely followed a dimly lit path shown under the mother-gaze of the moon and found, when she dreamed, she was never alone.
A feather drifted off and nestled in debris it once gave flight to tiny wings kept a body warm, and spirit free for now, it sparkled in setting sun this inanimate purity held tight, for a fleeting moment in a storm for me to contemplate the journey how strong this fragile wisp that once flew high above trees surrender to wind shear, yet hold its own for me to see, this story.
There is something magical that happens when a new relationship begins. Each moment is treasured, reflected on, stored in memory, much like those moments in nature when time stands still, and forces you to do so too.
Last night I slept where you had been the sheets still warm from memories when you were gone, I woke to the darkness of dawn silent with shadows but filled with birdsong so I snuggled in deeper, with the memories of where you had once been.
I wandered around the garden found his footsteps where he had stopped, and looked back thoughtfully wondering would I like a flowering shrub, or a shady tree when the last autumn leaf floated free like me, at his feet and I know he would have smiled at the memory as do I in the garden, he is creating for me.
Within the labyrinth
there’s a secret garden within me
hidden from all
untouched by seasons
my soft place to fall
it has no lines or edges
enclosed in this space, unwalled
I wake each day to take a breath
the purest breath
of joy, that restores me whole.