Postcards from Paradise
Every year in the fields
behind my cottage
Stainsby Folk Festival Happens
It's been going strong for over forty years,
sometimes the sun shines,
sometimes the wind blows,
sometimes it does nothing but rain.
It doesn't matter though
a peaceful community comes together.
It has become a family tradition, our grown kids and their friends
camp in the garden
it's a wonderful time of celebration.
All peace lovers Welcome!
You may have noticed a change, in my page layout? I've been thinking about my ethereal home here on-line and what I want from it, how I want it to look? My style is about simplicity, which is what I want to reflect here, photography is my passion, so this has to be centre stage. With this in mind I decided to re-arrange the layout in order to get larger images on the page. I decided to move the blog-roll to the left, leaving more room on the right for these images. But I wasn't happy with the outcome WHY ??? Well my Lovelinesses! You all disappeared from my main peripheral vision, and it dawned on my me why? We in the western hemisphere read from left to right, so whilst reading towards the right you remained constantly in my right peripheral vision and I would know when each of you added a new post, VERY IMPORTANT Now you are on the left I feel you are left out, not easily noticed! THIS WILL NEVER DO !!! So I think I'm going to move you all back to where you belong, RIGHT! Where I can keep my …
Grey what can I say about Grey? A Grey Day? I can be grateful for the grey, for it contrasts beautifully with warmer tones, warmer tones bringing cheer to my bones, A heart warming end to a Grey Day! The dark grey days of winter do have their compensations, we can laze in-front of a blazing fire watching the flames, the colours, reminiscing ... Dad would always make perfect toast over an open fire, he was an 'expert toaster', me, I always cremated mine over the flames, if not dropped into them! Dad's were always just right, he had the knack of angling the fork for an all-over brown loveliness. The deliciousness was made all the more by his careful application of glistening butter. The trick was patience, I hadn't learnt that, in-fact, waiting my turn for the next piece seemed like an eternity, rather like waiting for spring! Ah, simple pleasures! For more Stumbling towards Ecstasy Visit Recuerda mi Corazon
For a while I lived surround by trees ... I used to lay bewitched on my bed of a summer's evening, bewitched by the beautiful Silver Birch, she would beckon to me through my bedroom window rustling her delicate leaves in the breeze, enticing me to gaze at her elegant, silvery slim form, gracefully bending hither which way as the wind directed. It was a spiritual thing! Lately I am revering trees even more ... driving home at dusk, down my lane, through the tunnel of arched ancient trees, beautiful bare branches, silhouetted against the evening sky, I suddenly became aware, I seemed to be enveloped by their presence a feeling of intimacy came over me, I began to sense a close belonging. Today, I'm sighing ... soon these beautiful, bare beings will be busy in their busy-ness of manufacturing spring adornment .... .... the change must take place, they must transform, we all do!
Rebecca speaks about change, the cycles of life ... stumbling towards ecstasy Recuerda mi Corazon
Frozen Dogwood Days Sun Signalling Cessation Seed Salutation Sun salutations, stirring still seeds, breathing life into dormant depths, diving deeply into the divine. for more haiku poetry visit Recuerda mi Corazon
Dearest Hilda May, resting on sons' strong shoulders, always held in love.
It was a sad, but also a very tender and beautiful day when Hilda was carried to rest on the shoulders of the menfolk in her life.
It was fitting,
after all, they had been her life ~ her husband Ernie who had gone before, her two sons, and two grandsons, and of course us, her wider family. As one final act of love and respect, we slowly and reverently visited Hilda's beloved 'Sun Street', the street she grew up in, the street she played in as a child, and the place she reminisced about in later years. Such a touching, final rendezvous, imagining Hilda Happy on Sun Street. ~ Wednesday, 2nd February 2011
"You do whatever you're happy to do! If you're happy I'm happy" This was the message I received from my future daughter-in-law this morning regarding some wedding plans. These two lines and this photo made me feel happy, for two reasons? One, the memory of our happy double birthday celebrations, and two because she was concerned about my present happiness. This made me think about happiness ~ I definitely was happy on our double birthday celebration, but as you can see with some pensiveness, where did this come from? I have recently been looking at what happiness is in a course on Practical Philosophy. It was proposed that 'happiness is our natural state',
but it gets 'covered over', happiness was likened to the light emitted
from a light bulb, that could be impaired by gathering dust, needing to be removed
periodically to keep it shining brightly. What do you think?