White Shells crunching underfoot. The shellfish smells of the estuary. cockles and clams. a solitary egret. then a flock of swans landingHoney from the hive. riverside refreshment. Back to the hospital. along the boulevard of trees. leaves turning to autumn shades. Not a few already starting to gather at their feet.
Seed set. Night returns. Mary Magdalene is honoured. The seed sistas dress as Amanita muscariaPsychedelic fish swim byHere with the sturgeon on the Lammas full moon. back in my hometown with a toolkitrediscovering the old with new eyes. Walkingfinding the beauty where I had previously seen none. AnnaJoy says remember. you are made of magic. Read more about Dark moon[…]
dreams. Bronze Slow worm. hop flowers foxWood pigeon calling, calling me home Unpaved road. hidden reserveblue house farm. owl cam. sheep camouflaged ingolden fields. red sail passing. guiding us on. steps rising. onto the sea wall. Soft breeze cooling. flap of wings so close. skimming the surface of the dry yellow grasssmell of the seaweed Read more about Crouch Estuary[…]
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[…]
Keep feeling fascinationPassion burningLove so strongKeep feeling fascinationLooking, learningMoving on Human League. Source: LyricFindSongwriters: Philip Oakey / Jo Callis
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[…]
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 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[…]