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
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…
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…
in amongst the leaf litter all over the woodland floor are lots of little pixie homes all waiting with open doors
fallen leaves lie scattered
yesterday’s doubts discarded
insulating the seeds of hope
through winter’s long chill
Sometimes, no words are needed.
What better way to engage a child’s interest in nature than through the creation of a pine cone bird feeder? Watching the garden birds on something that you’ve made yourself is enjoyable no matter how old you are, and this activity is simple enough…
Beyond The Known
Colette O'Neill... Environmentalist, Author, Publisher, Photographer. Creator of Goddess Permaculture.
Creating a Meaningful Life
Exploring our connection to the wider world
Wrangling literary arts for writers: words for people!
watching the world of brain research