30 Days Wild 2020 – Days 1-5
It’s now time for this year’s 30 Days Wild challenge. Here are my first five random acts of wildness. … More 30 Days Wild 2020 – Days 1-5
It’s now time for this year’s 30 Days Wild challenge. Here are my first five random acts of wildness. … More 30 Days Wild 2020 – Days 1-5
restless feet tread their
meandering path out
into the wild wood where … More Restless
caught in an echo chamber
with an ever ticking clock,
where days and weeks smoosh
into unnumbered sleeps as
human measurements of time
are abandoned to irrelevance … More Here and Now
haloed in the dawn,
she emerges from the mist
as brining frost exults in
day’s arrival, a wild spirit
of the meadow … More She of the Dawn
for now the Earth tells us
to be still: to stop for a
moment and listen to the
birdsong outside the … More Be Still
dance upon currents
of awakening energy,
seeking purpose within
blue sky days as change … More Blue Butterfly’s Flight
there are those who
love the Earth,
who find beauty in forest clad hillsides … More To Walk the Earth
a window onto fresh
beginnings, opportunities
silhouetted against … More Window
I painted this bee picture last year. I adore bees and can happily spend hours photographing them. And painting them. … More Bee Love
Sometimes no words are necessary. … More Wordless Wednesday: Woodland Magic
can you sense the whispers
of the turning seasons?
can you hear
the words of love murmuring
through bowers of fresh green
blossoming with life? … More Whispers
trapped in an unrelenting
nether world within which
nightmares and reality merge,
ringing bells and clapping hands
summon spirits of humility
allowing gratitude to shine … More Bluebell Spirit
out where nature’s solitude
soothes rampant fears of social
interaction and sickness, out
where the daffodils and bluebells
merrily sway, life blooms in
swelling melodies as birdsong
choruses greet dawn’s touch … More Symphony
awaken * to inquisitive sunbeams that nudge and question and seek, illuminating each shadowy fear that hides within the morass of insecurity coccooning deep Winter’s sleep * awaken * to gaze with innocent curiosity upon the world’s bright new beginnings, eager to embrace each glimmering opportunity held in pristine readiness within bejewelling dew * awaken … More Awaken
a new era dawns in a haze of fear and uncertainty the world’s potential veiled by hatred’s profitability I actually wrote this poem on New Year’s Day, when I headed out for an early walk despite it being dull, overcast, and uninspiring for photography. These pictures, on the other hand, were all taken earlier this … More View Through the Mist
echoes of years passed in fleeting moments of remembered joy and heartache decoupaged upon skin in earthly keepsakes to carry into eternity’s embrace
follow a path through the debris of Summer’s sun- kissed indulgences, treading scattered seeds into fertile earth as you head towards the clarity promised by Winter’s chill, and the fresh shoots of wild possibility that wait to unfurl beyond
for mine will be the wisdom of the Crone * she who walks the hedge lines and liminal spaces with back bowed and bare feet rooted * custodian of the secrets of the earth she is at one with crooked trees and lurking spirits * gathering winter’s fears in forage she brews ancestral knowledge into … More Wisdom of the Crone
bathe in autumnal rains until old worries and fears and concerns tumble free in swirls of green and gold and russet tones baring branches to wild skies whilst roots delve deep in search of secret truths Yesterday, I spent some time with an autumn leaf. Yes, it’s the leaf that Hex brought me.
cloaked in society’s expectations individuality lies suffocated beneath conformity’s desire to belong but Autumn clad in Spring’s garb plays an unsuited role as bright colours fade and connections dissolve until expectations lie discarded in a carpet of tumbled leaves and naked truths are bared to a frost of thoughtless jeers that melt away into morning mist in the dawning light of self-acceptance Sometimes I … More Embracing Autumn
frost retreats in wreathing mists as autumnal rays cascade over twisting paths, telling Winter ‘it is not yet your time: sunlight still holds sway,’ but soon… soon those darker days will arrive bringing long nights of crystalline clarity when dreams marinate, encased in Earth’s protective womb, awaiting the burgeoning warmth of Spring, but for now… now is the time of … More October Meadow
in amongst the leaf litter all over the woodland floor are lots of little pixie homes all waiting with open doors
the tribe gathers to the sound of beating drums wild energy rising higher as equinox blessings dance upon twilight air currents and restless hearts balance upon the turning wheel standing poised in readiness as they await the approaching darkness and the secrets held within the ancient tales of the crone heard whispered whilst wreathed in … More Equinox Blessings
curl bare toes in damp grass * open mind * awaken senses to petrichorous breezes * open heart * stride forwards in defiance of rainclouds * open soul
if you sit in silence as breezes sway flowers they will come to you * if you calm your mind to a stream’s soothing flow they will come to you * if you ground yourself amongst labyrinths of roots they will come to you * if you raise your face for sunlight’s warm caress they … More Spirits of Nature
unlimited possibilities held suspended a question unanswered balanced on the threshold between past and future life and death love and hate as potential joy and unresisting passivity await the swinging of a gate
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
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 … More Dance
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 … More Meadow Song
follow the path connect with the earth free your soul I might not have posted much recently, but I have been out and about taking photos – as much as I’ve been able too, at least, while dealing with unpleasant back pain and sciatica. Rather than using my DSLR camera, though, I’ve mainly been using … More Follow the Path
blithe merriment glimmers on sunrays, teasing the land to awaken, Â a youthful maiden dancing in innocent exuberance, with fresh blossoms scattered at her feet I’ve not managed to get out and about as much as I’d have liked to during February, having spent most of the month down with the flu. This last week, though, … More Frost Maiden
walk along snow-dusted fence lines, lit by the fading light * and find peace amidst the shadows, in the embrace of the Winter’s chill * for now is the time of dreaming, as night begins its descent * and now is the time for planning, as we wait the renewals of Spring * so walk … More Fence Walker
venture out beyond ploughed fields to rugged heathland * there * watch the day’s stresses dissolve into evening’s kaleidoscopic light * there * let nature’s balm soothe the aching of a fettered soul * there * explore paths borne of myriad possibility I might not have been on my blog much recently, but I have … More There
laughter dances as footsteps shimmer on water * gentle caresses calm fears into peaceful serenity * seductive voices entice until sorrows drown
don’t give up with every step your destination grows nearer I’ve spent a few mornings at the meadow recently, photographing the flowers and the insects and the birds. And anything else that catches my eye! I found this little creature particularly fascinating to watch. It was very determined to reach the edge of the daisy. … More The Journey
sunlight gilds long grass blue sky intentions reach high dreaming untethered
Most evenings you’ll find me watching the sunset from the top of the Lincolnshire Ridge. Breathing in the fresh air and taking in the wonders of nature for a while is the perfect way to relax. And we are blessed, in our small English village, with a stunning view that truly comes into it’s own in the … More An Evening at the Ridge’s Edge
captive sunlight beams from within delicate spheres as ephemeral as purest serenity suspended in careless precision upon a blade’s edge It’s been a while since I posted anything more than a wordless photograph on my blog, so I thought it was about time I shared something a little longer. I decided a poem and a … More Serenity
Getting out into the countryside of my local area is something that I particularly enjoy doing. As we’ve recently moved to a new village, there are lots of places around and about for me to discover. I’d heard about the ruins of an old windmill out along a footpath linking our village to the next … More A Wander in Search of Windmills
amidst familiar realities transformed
into landscapes of unwelcoming frigidity,
harmonize like a squirrel in the snow, drawing
on autumnal bounties and memories of summers past,
for soon icicles will melt away, freeing frozen
dreams in Spring’s long awaited thaw … More Squirrel in the Snow
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