An Enchanted Place
discover a magical world
The Spirit of the Fox
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beware the creeping fox
wily foe
ready to pounce
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embrace the creeping fox
cunning ally
swift to adapt
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follow the persistent fox
wise mentor
advising patience
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Owl Flight
glide
with piercing gaze
sheering through vapid illusion
as the night’s deep mysteries reveal
themselves within verdant
wells of feminine
intuition
Last week we visited Burnby Hall Gardens, in Yorkshire. It was a beautiful place. I particularly enjoyed wandering around the stumpery, where these pictures were all taken. The many unturned tree stumps, all covered in growth, provide a wonderful haven for wildlife.
I hadn’t actually intended to post on here today. I had to reload the app on my phone and when I logged in, my notifications informed me that today is my WordPress Anniversary. Yay! I’ve now had my blog for 5 years, though it’s changed somewhat in that time. And, yes, my posts have been a little scarce recently. But I couldn’t resist posting after finding that out.
Beyond the Fence
you gaze out past the fence line
to the wilder land beyond
to where the beasts roam
through the twilight glow
and birds sing farewell to the day
each creature knows their role
within the choreography of life
and as you gaze out
you know your own
I’m still staying through at my parents’ house at the moment, and I’ve quickly slipped back into my old habit of spending some time at the end of the day down at the bottom of the garden, watching the sun sink below the horizon. Whilst I love the view from the top of the Lincolnshire Ridge at sunset, the view over this field holds an unchanging place in my heart – even when the sunsets themselves aren’t the most impressive ones.
The added bonus of being down by the fence at this time of day is that sunset is the time when the cattle tend to make their way back to the barn for a while. Most of the day they spend on the far side of the field,so this is a good opportunity to snap a few photos. Each day they’re getting a bit braver and a few more are approaching me at the fence to say ‘hello’.
Ascend
ascend the path to wisdom
as you explore the secret
pathways that entice you
to remain forever within
those enchanted reveries
that promise secret loves
Last weekend we visited Brodsworth Hall and Gardens, in South Yorkshire. I still can’t walk very far or very fast so we just had a leisurely stroll around the gardens. I particularly enjoyed my time amongst the ferns.
Here are a few more pictures:
Poppy Dreams
sleep in restful meadows
where the poppies sway
heart and mind and soul
cocooned in dreams that
soothe grief’s jagged edges
as the woven breadth of
the universe is revealed in
shining vision of lifelines
intertwined in silent songs
of eternal remembrance
Dance
pirouette
amidst the blooms as
vibrant sunlight streams on through
illuminating dull endeavours
into joy
Take a seat, there, upon the path, beside the Granny’s Bonnets. There’s a buzzing, sound coming from amidst the sunlit flowers. There’s a bee – you know there is, even if it remains hidden from sight. You strain your eyes to spot it, to see it dart from bloom to bloom.
The damn thing has got to be in there somewhere!
Patience.
You just need to have patience. Calm you breath; calm your mind; calm your spirit. You’ll catch a glimpse. In time.
For now, just exist in the moment. And the bee will do the same.
Meadow Song
Stop and take a seat beside the sun dappled path, and watch as the flowers sway in the warm spring breeze. See, as they dance to the meadow’s unique melody.
Listen carefully. Can you hear it?
Birds trill their songs from the trees in joyous counterpoint to the buzzing of the bees and the insects that flit amongst the fragrant blooms. The delicate susurrus of a butterfly’s wings as it settles to sip nectar offers a delicate theme, whilst the distant scuffle of a startled rabbit plays out alongside the chitter of a squirrel as it scuttles by overhead. A pheasant croaks in percussive accompaniment.
Listen…
Just listen. And nature’s symphony will lift your spirit in exuberant concert.
So stop and take a seat beside the sun dappled path, and watch the flowers as they sway in the warm spring breeze.
I’m still staying at my parents’ house, which means, of course, that I’m still spending as much time as I can in the village meadow. It’s nice not to have to drive through from Lincoln whenever I want to visit. My DSLR camera, which is too heavy for me to comfortably use while suffering with back pain, continues to remain in its case while my phone camera (Samsung J3) is getting lots of use.
Here are some of the pictures that I took during yesterday’s meadowbathing session:
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