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

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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

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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.

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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:

 

Follow the Path

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 my phone (Samsung J3) and posting to my Instagram account (@hedgewitchymusings). The top picture here is my first shot to ever get past 100 likes!

Despite how difficult I’ve been finding it to walk, last week I ventured out for a hobble around the meadow. As you might be able to tell from the second picture, I spent most of my time there barefoot. Just being out in nature is always enough to raise my spirits, no matter how down I might be feeling. This outing was no different. And, curiously, my right foot, which has been numb for most of the past month, became very tingly when in contact with the earth. I’ve always believed in the healing power of nature. My time wandering amongst the dandelions in the meadow reaffirmed my beliefs.

Here are a few other pictures from the morning:

 

 

February

blithe merriment glimmers on sunrays,

teasing the land to awaken,

 a youthful maiden dancing in

innocent exuberance,

with fresh blossoms scattered at her feet

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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, I’ve finally started to feel somewhat better, so, with the weather being too gorgeous to remain inside, I managed to take my camera out on a couple of walks.

The first was a sunset walk out along the Lincolnshire Ridge:

The second was a dawn outing to the South Scarle meadow, woodland and stream:

Hopefully I’ll manage to get out a little more often during March.

 

January

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 await the

renewals of Spring

*

so walk along

snow-dusted fence lines,

lit by the fading light

*

and find peace amidst

the shadows, embracing

the Winter’s chill

*

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Unlike most of the UK, we’ve not had much snow this January – only a light sprinkling last week. I had to get out onto the Viking Way to catch the views out over the Lincolnshire countryside with the little that we did get, though.

For anyone who might be curious, the vapour trails in this final shot are the Red Arrows out practicing. They’re quite a common sight, though rarely close enough to catch on camera.

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