A girl like me...

My little one.
My soft hearted girl.
The one in who's pools of turquoise I find my child heart surface.
The one who stayed silent in a crowd, the one who found herself in stories...

You bring me pocket fulls of weeds and daisies cupped in sticky hands every time you go in the garden.

My handbag is composting your treasures for I cannot throw them away.

They remind me you see, of what is really precious, valuable, rare.

You tell me you are a mermaid at least 52 times a day.

You lay on your bed like a starfish when you are asleep.

You pick all the green strawberries and complain that they are sour....even though you did the same thing yesterday...and the day before...

You love shoes that go "clippy clop"

And eating a packed lunch in the lounge with your pink lunchbox.

Somehow I know, you'll always get your own way with those big beautiful green eyes of yours :)

And we'll never complain.

This Moment...

{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember...

Linking up with Soulemama

Moments from the week

Autumn Inspirations

Autumny things to love this month...

* Oatmeal breakfasts

* Milky coffee with a sprinkle of nutmeg

* Warm cosy woollies, socks, jumpers, cardigans, socks....

* Cosy evenings and candlelight

* Poetry. Something about Autumn makes me read poetry

* Quiet anticipation

* Crisp blue skies

Tree weaving, Autumn's warmest threads... stitching a tapestry of days...

More leaf preservation gathered from many a woodland path.

Pied Beauty ... Gerard Manly Hopkins

GLORY be to God for dappled things—

For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;

For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;

Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough;

And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.

All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)

With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;

He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:

Praise him.

"Pied Beauty"
Gerard Manly Hopkins~

Let all go dear... So comes love...

I  pray to bring light, peace, God's love into every situation. Wherever the opportunity arises.

I want to well compassion from broken, parched ground. 

I want forgiveness's balm to soften the hard places.

Leave a space.

For the sacred to enter.

Open those windows out wide, let the light and the sound of the Autumn breeze flood through.

As e.e cummings says...

- let all go dear 

so comes love...

 

(Photo's of Tilly in Autumns evening Goldust)