A Soulful Life

Friday, 5 November 2010

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.

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Wednesday, 3 November 2010

Playing along with Ginny over @ Small Things today!

So I've been immersed happily of an evening recently, curled up in my chair, as rain spatters windows, gray skies brew storms, warm tea scents my little corner of the world, book upon knee, knitting in hand.

Monday, 1 November 2010

Threads of Eternity...

~William Blake said,

"I give you the end of a golden string,
Only wind it into a ball
It will lead you in at Heaven's gate
Built in Jerusalem's wall"
I asked the poet William Stafford one day, "Do you believe that every golden thread will lead us through Jerusalem's wall, or do you love particular threads? " He replied, "No, every thread."

Robert Bly " The darkness around us is deep" - selected works of William Stafford

The thistledown's flying, though the winds are all still,
On the green grass now lying, now mounting the hill,
The spring from the fountain now boils like a pot;
Through stones past the counting it bubbles red-hot.

The ground parched and cracked is like overbaked bread,
The greensward all wracked is, bents dried up and dead.
The fallow fields glitter like water indeed,
And gossamers twitter, flung from weed unto weed.

Hill-tops like hot iron glitter bright in the sun,
And the rivers we're eying burn to gold as they run;
Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air;
Whoever looks round sees Eternity there. "Autumn" John Clare

~ what colour thread does eternity run through these transient moments of everyday?

Sometimes here in the quiet dark of curtains half drawn, I gaze through rays of light shining through and they slowly begin to illuminate the outlines of another world. ~ Maybe it's here I can find the end of the thread... shining gold.

And too in a girl curling up with a picture book nestled against chest. ~ Every warm shade of pink sunset and worn shade of brown leaf glistening soft as a whisper...

In the small steps, little moments and unannounced actions that turn a life into a gift. ~ I stare hard and find her clothed in beauty...

A friend who simply asks how I am. ~ beams warm yellow sunlight, the colour of smiles...

Stolen moments, brushed hands, lingering kisses from someone who loves me even though they know me through and through. ~ rush red as a blush ...

A silly kitten cat purring upon my lap. ~ blue maroon, in layers...

Baby knitting. ~ a rainbow wound into a skein...

The poem that moves the prose of life. ~Pure White...

Saturday, 30 October 2010

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.

Friday, 29 October 2010

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...