Dragonflies and black-faced sheepan elusive grey legged goose rain comes. gentle at first land we’re undercover of the treesbut quickly it’s heavier. and we make for the wooden hides. Here we can sit shelteredsurrounded by the sights and sounds of nature’s intrigues Breathe, soften, release,And remember ourselves as a part of the universe expanding. Come Read more about Reservoir Days[…]
Swirling whirling clouds of past, present, future mixing and merging time. flowing back into an old place finding things I’d never seen before. Getting off the arterial roadsAnd beyond the back streetsthere’s golden fields.looking up above the houses. there are trees all around here. Just north a bit are some of the oldest oaks in Read more about Seeing the old with new eyes[…]
An Essex estuary walk Seagulls and Swans and smugglers innsSail boat rigging clinking in the cool breeze. the tide slowly going out To reveal the old Ford. Memorial benches, pointing to favourite views,remember beloved fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, friends. the people of importance. We sit and enjoy the cool. Then bring home some honey from Read more about River walk[…]
An early morning stroll through the woods. before the heatwave crashes in on us. the shimmer and glimmer of light. bouncing through the trees It is hot in the garden alreadybut the cooling sound of water trickling offers some respite. Light reflects off the surface of the waterSending flickering flames up the bark. A breeze Read more about Heatwave[…]
“We are the mirror, as well as the face in it. We are tasting the taste of eternity this minute.We are pain and what cures pain. We are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours. Soul of the world, no life, nor world remain, no beautiful women and men longing. Only this ancient love circling the holy black Read more about Tasting Eternity[…]
Both light and shadow are the dance of Love.Love has no cause, it is the astrolabe of God’s secrets.Lover and loving are inseparable and timeless.Although I may try to describe love,when I experience it, I am speechless.Although I may try to write about love, I am rendered helpless. My pen breaks, and the paper slips awayat Read more about The Dance[…]
I Knew We Would Be FriendsAs soon as you opened your mouth, And I heard your soft sounds,I knew we would be friends.The first time, dear pilgrim, I heard you laugh,I knew it would not take me long,To turn you back into GodBy Hafiz, Sufi poet There is a Vitality – Martha Graham There is a Read more about Resilience, Radiance, Rememberance[…]
Set the seed What does setting seed mean? In computing – The set. seed() function sets the starting number used to generate a sequence of random numbers – it ensures that you get the same result if you start with that same seed each time you run the same process. For example, if I use the sample() function immediately Read more about Late Summer[…]
July Shipway – Yoga through the year https://www.yogathroughtheyear.com/blog?fbclid=IwAR1Xa1XdHS_YDzKrhW1oLlsrpSpQ2fTVADW-0Zx3tifeAo9UMQKfONG_vGA The Celtic festival of gratitude and first seeds, Lammas, is on August 2nd this year. It’s the time of first harvest, and in this newsletter we’ll be looking at ways that we can acknowledge and celebrate our own personal harvest, as well as remembering to say thank you Read more about First harvest Yoga[…]
The Gods beat you and beat you, turning brass into gold. They are messengers waking you up. to remember who you really are. Then you begin to let going of trying to control. and trust.You are the witnessing not the witness, And you can relax into it, it is your home. https://podcasts.apple.com/gb/podcast/ep-110-death-identity-and-the-heavenly-messengers/id923017416?i=1000474766595