Reservoir Days

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[…]

Seeing the old with new eyes

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[…]

River walk

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[…]

Heatwave

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[…]

The Dance

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[…]

The spiky plant at the heart of the display

The spiky plant at the heart of the display It’s rigid blades of leaves, barely quivering in the wind, have been said to have sliced off a mans fingers. They are brown tipped dagger points  And look as if they could have been dipped in blood. There lies the pain at the heart of the Read more about The spiky plant at the heart of the display[…]

First harvest Yoga

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[…]

Goddess of the dry spell – Danna Faulds

This spring and early summer were unusually wet in our part of the Shenandoah Valley. It rained and rained, resulting in lush lawns and uncommon garden growth through the first part of August. Now though, we are in a dry spell. I spend the first part of every morning out in our vegetable garden with Read more about Goddess of the dry spell – Danna Faulds[…]