This wee poem came to me last night as I lay in bed. The first for ages! I am feeling so inspired and creative at the moment, so I will take full advantage while it strikes. Click on the image of Paris below to access the poem and do let me know what you think! Much love, Anita. 🙏😊
Well, we are being blessed in Scotland with summer heat for a few days and it made me think back on childhood summers which seemed to go on FOREVER. School had finished and now it was time to explore the natural world around us and play games with our friends.
We loved to make daisy chain necklaces, play “Six white horses in a stable, pick one out and call it Mabel” with two balls up against a wall- if anyone remembers this please let me know as I have forgotten the rest- or hopscotch on the pavement outside. Then of course we had farmland and meadows to run through, and two seaside beaches to visit only after the heat of the day had burnt away. My goodness, how blessed and lucky were we to grow up in such an environment. And didn’t I take it for granted!
"Summer heat rising:
of movement and sound
a symphonic concerto
playing in my mind."
So what does my idealised home town look like now? Here are a few images. I no longer live there but it still stirs the emotions when I see photos or visit:
Have a great day everyone whatever you are doing. Much love, Anita.😏🌻
Pure white sands and turquoise blue waters
frame the Sentinels’ view
tall and strong they stand
these robust endeavours of the faithful.
A harsh land this where no tree
survives, peat bogs their only terrain.
The Stones have seen lives born
and torn apart by strife
lovers entwined in their shadows
widows mourning in sorrow.
The blueprint of the past lies
embedded in their skin
an energetic imprint for future kin.
They feel cold to the touch, like ice
but a fiery heart lies within
a gift from the ancestors
our eternal protectors
sheltering us from the wild Atlantic winds.
This poem was inspired by the Prehistoric Standing Stones at Callanish on the Isle of Lewis (Scotland), shown above. For me, they symbolise the steadfastness and resilience of those who laboured to erect them. This Midsummer they remind us to stand firm to our beliefs, show resilience and keep on keeping on.
Spring won’t let me stay in this house any longer! I must get out and breathe the air deeply again. Gustav Mahler.
Spring is in the air:
These were my thoughts this morning, and I hope you like the image I chose to go with the quotation. Nothing says spring to me like tree blossom and blue tits. The changes of the seasons can have a real feeling of impetus to them. I know I always feel the pull to “coorie down” (like the Danish word hygge) with the coming of Winter or the push to spring into action with the first shoots of Spring!
Our house mind:
The Mahler quote got me thinking about the idea of staying in the house, and what other meaning it can have. Many of us can also be guilty of staying put in the house of our mind, and not just through the dark seasons of the year. We can become so comfortable with our thoughts, opinions and habits that they end up imprisoning us, don’t you think? This inertia can make us inflexible, polarised, stuck. The windows of our mind house become dusty, so that we never look outside of ourselves, never seek other ways of being or thinking. It’s us and them (and we’re always right in our house mind). So this Spring, I’ll be doing a physical spring clean of my home and also of my house mind. It’s okay to change our opinions; it’s great to clean the windows and see all the good in the world; it’s wonderful to dust ourselves off and seek out new opinions, new positive role-models, and rediscover who we really are.
Many blessings for a wonderful Spring day! If you’re able, get out there and breathe the air deeply again. Much love, Anita.🌼😁