Thursday, 1 October 2015

Soulfood Friday

Every Friday I'll be pausing to notice something from the week that has nourished my soul. 

A special, sacred-everyday moment captured on camera, or perhaps a snippet from a book, a recipe still warm from the kitchen or something whimsical that simply made me smile.
Here are a few simple things that have fed my soul this week. 

What has inspired/fed/nourished your soul this week friends? 
 Feel free to link up to your own soulful spaces either at the bottom of this post or in the comments.

"The wild god reaches into a bag
Made of moles and nightingale -skin
He pulls out a two-reeded pipe,
Raises an eyebrow
And all the birds begin to sing."

Extract from the poem  Sometimes a Wild God by Tom Hirons

Sometimes we forget about the wild God and the birds stop their singing in our lives.
We lose our hearing of their call, chatter and chant.

"But here I have lost
the dialect of your hills,
my tongue has gone blind
far from their limestone roots..."

Extract from the poem "Oh, The Wild Trees of My Home" by Laurie Lee

Far from the Madding Crowd, like Bathsheba Everdene, our true love is close to home; friend of  simple rhythms, and homespun ways, like Gabriel Oak of the story, he is always found guarding the flock and the harvest, though the revelers forget and the storm of the world beyond rolls on unbound.

The cyclical nature of the seasons help us remember these truths, grounding us with their rhythms, traditions and festivities.


A copy of Tom and Rima's beautifully illustrated book  can be found here at Hedgespoken Press.




  1. What a beautiful post. I love your leaf art, stunning.

  2. "The cyclical nature of the seasons help us remember these truths, grounding us with their rhythms, traditions and festivities."

    And this, I love so...


  3. Wonderful photos and words. Sorry, that my English is so little - it seems a very good book!
    Our trees only begin to stay colorful, it's many green still here around and I'm afraid, that frost will be come earlier than bright yellow leaves... (I must take care for my flowerpots)
    Enjoy the autumn time

  4. Sometimes literature and poetry just seem to hit the nail right on the head. Beautiful words for autumn.

  5. Lovely words. You leaf mandala is beautiful.

  6. such lovely poems... and your mandala looks so beautiful! happy weekend!

  7. Oh I love this poem. Perfect read for this time of year. And, your leafy mandala is lovely!!

  8. One of my favorite books is Far From the Madding Crowd. Think I will take it out and read it again! The poetry chosen is just beautiful and as always your post calls us to reflection! Thank you and have a grand weekend!

  9. I love your leaves and your peaceful pumpkin on the sill. I also love Thomas Hardy. Although I made the mistake of reading "Jude the Obscure" when I was 3 months pregnant. Every time my husband came home from work, I would sadly tell him what new calamities had befallen poor Jude.
    He is an amazing writer! You can feel and smell and hear his writing, if you know what I mean.


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