Outing to the beach!

Ah, the healing power of Mother Nature.  We’re going on our first outing of the year to the beach today.  In this part of Scotland where I live, most of our beaches are also ‘links’ golf courses (Royal Troon, Turnberry and so on), but we love to go to the unspoilt places where the boundaries between land and sea are blurred.    I’d like to share some images of my part of the world with you:

The view across the sea to the beautiful Isle of Arran. Majestic!

A walk through the Dean Park in Kilmarnock.

A view along Irvine beach.



Charles Rennie Mackintosh’ House for an Art Lover in Glasgow.

Have a wonderful day whatever you are doing! Much love, Anita x


I woke up this morning feeling blessed with joy and I decided that the simple things are those which bring most joy, and everlasting joy.  Hope you enjoy the poem.

The breathless dawn
Of an ever-new morn
The effortless grace
of an eagle in flight
Cold bones warmed in the sun
Purpose. Freedom. Love.

A sun-kissed hare
Punching the air
A pure white feather
Found on the path
The inner silence
The universal Aum.
Friendship. Laughter. Peace.

These are the things
Which bring joy
Hastening my soul
To take flight.

Over to you:  what brings you joy everlasting?  Start the conversation and comment below!

Seedlings of the mind

During our meditation group recently, as it was a New Moon we set our intentions for the coming month and offered them up to the Universe. It reminded me of the vegetable seedlings I had planted the week before, and which I was nurturing tenderly. I thought we really should do likewise with the seeds of our aspirations. The lines, “Do not force them lest they stretch and fail” seemed very apt to me, both to vegetable seedlings and to our spiritual aspirations. If we allow our ego to interfere and try to force the agenda or control people or events to its liking, then we will not be successful. The ego has to be removed from the process to allow our Spirit (Higher Self/Soul/Connection to Source) to come to the fore and be nurtured, for it is here that our true spiritual aspirations reside and are nurtured. Here is the poem:

Seedlings of the Mind

New Moon.
Time of hope and renewal
For planting the seeds
Of our aspirations
And watching them grow
With each passing day.
Tenderly nurture these seedlings
Of your mind
Do not force them
Lest they stretch and fail
But sprinkle them daily
With the fairy dust
Of your will.
Imagine your intentions
Embodied in reality
Walking among us
With the awe of new life.

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Day’s frantic gasps for release

Galloping ‘cross the night sky
Pulled by invisible horsemen
On a journey into daylight’s embrace.
The Moon’s ethereal messengers
In this cosmic dance of grace.
Sinuous threads leave trails so bright
That she may swiftly follow,
Casting ghost-like shadows
In the hollows of my mind.

Leaning back in my chair
Home to sleepless nights
Too numerous to share
A shuddering yawn
Disrupts my reverie
Jolts me from sweet dreams
Of make-believe
As the moonlit chariot
Is swept from the scene
By day’s frantic gasps for release.

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Happy Imbolc!

Imbolc is a Celtic festival which heralds the beginning of Spring, and falls halfway between the winter solstice and the spring equinox.  The word actually comes from ‘Imbolg’ which means “in the belly” (source goddessandgreenman.co.uk) and marked the start of the lambing season.  Imbolc this year falls on Feb 2nd.  At this time, plant the seeds of your aspirations and watch them grow; make cleaner, greener choices; and choose to cherish all life.