Lying here, blissful and serene Tranquil as a rose petal Floating downstream. Gently swayed, Its essence conveyed to the waters: As in a dream. Its wistful beauty reflected in a cloudless sky. Its languid joy a Contented sigh.
Stretching its form Each cell drenched in light. Twirling and pausing, Bobbing and floating. Each moment: sheer delight. Cast adrift, free it basks in simply being A rose petal floating downstream.
Good morning everyone! I was sitting in my sun-room this morning looking at the meadow opposite our home. The colours were glorious: yellows and greens, dotted with pinks and blues and every colour in between! Swallows swooped about amidst this idyllic scene, seemingly for the sheer pleasure of flying. The puffy white clouds against a backdrop of the bluest sky were pushed off stage-right by an insistent wind while stage-left, the next glorious scene arrived. It was truly mesmerising and I felt so blessed to live in such a healing place. We live on the edge of a large town, but it can seem as if we are fully in the countryside here on days such as these (in fact, every day). This is a poem I wrote for summer solstice last week—better late than never.
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