Tag Archives: mindfulness
Emotional Spring Clearance
Walking in the woods after another snow flurry we came upon this unexpected pile of freshly sawn wood. This area until now had been home to a woodland adventure playground, with wooden walkways arching through the treetops connecting tree houses, … Continue reading
Winters last bite
Winter swirled back with a desperate last bite, and flung snow and ice with unending fury. We are smothered again in her white cloak, colour and life bleached from sight. Most peopled groaned and sighed “not again”, but all I … Continue reading
The Road
The Road The road beckons …Can’t you hear? Whispering promises of freedom from her tarmac tongue Softly into your waiting ear. The ribbon of her body rolls shamelessly on Promising whispers of adventure from her concrete curves Seductively into your … Continue reading
Lost in the Woods
Will I stick to the well worn path, pressed into creation by the passage of thousands of feet before me? If I listen to my mother and all the wisdom of those who have lived long, I will. If I … Continue reading
Bridges to the Unknown
The Bridge Walk with me, onto the bridge If you dare. Leave the firm ground of your knowing, built methodically and carefully over your lifetime Leave the certainty of your soul pressed into the earth through your feet Leave everything … Continue reading
Process as a Russian Doll
Deep in the oak woods, something stirs. Tiny creaks and crackles fill the spaces between the air with gossamer wisps of sound.The sap hidden beneath the crusty crackled skin of bark begins its upwards journey towards the wooden finger tips … Continue reading
The breath of the sea
We walked along the restless shifting edge of the ocean yesterday. The tide was rising, covering our footprints in the sand almost as soon as we had left them. The shape woven between the sand and the sea was constantly … Continue reading
The sun kissed the earth
The sun leaned in and kissed the earth yesterday, and just like that the warm soil seemed to spring back to life. The snowdrops were everywhere, glistening white against the dark earth, the promise of a flower filled Spring yet … Continue reading
The Roots of Wanderlust
Can you remember when you were first bitten by the travel bug? The roots of my yearning to travel, and to see exotic other places, were planted at a very young age by my Granny. She gave me a gorgeous … Continue reading
Weekly Photo Challenge – Home
This oak tree grows in a very old woodland beside my home. The wood is home to a family of old gnarled oak trees some of which date back to the 14th century. The woodland pasture is thought to have … Continue reading










