It feels like a piece of me is lostThough the picture is fine on the box;But when someone cares enough to put me togetherThey’ll see a piece of me is lost forever.Then every time they look at meThe missing piece is all they’ll see
To go on a pilgrimage is to travel to a shrine or sacred site, usually completing the final miles on foot. It is to pass along a path to a place of devotional, spiritual significance. But is that all there is to it? Is the destination the goal? Is the motivation simply to arrive? What … Continue reading “Pilgrimage”
Writing lines that will never be read, Words tumbling and jostling around in my head, A lyric named “what I wish I had said – but I didn’t.” Hearing a song that no one will sing, That elusive tune only silence can bring, Wishing I’d sung it like a bird on the wing – but I … Continue reading “I didn’t… ?”
She stood, proud against the sea blown gales, her heart forged in the melting pot of a chaotic planet. The Mountain.She held secrets, secrets given to her as the world was formed around her. Secrets which rose her head high above the land. Secrets she held inside throughout time, holding them close, guarding them as … Continue reading “Parys Mountain”
What turns “everyday normal people” into screaming firebrands of pent up energy? What has the power to split families, create rivalries, draw lines across the country and paint areas, ghetto-like, in one colour? What gives thousands upon thousands of people intense delight and gut-wrenching frustration on a weekly basis? What has created a universal language … Continue reading “FOOTBALL”
just wondering where this post will end up on my site – which page! I am a dedicated technophobe trying to make sense of this computerised world.
All I ever wanted to do when I grew up was live in a hedge. Seriously, all I ever wanted was to live in a hedge. It seemed so simple to a seven year old – thick hedges are warm and dry and comfortable. I dreamed of living in nature, watching the seasons change, finding … Continue reading “html = hedges, truly modern living”
Having spent time sitting contemplating the sheer magnificence of mountains, I was left wondering what it is about them that calls mankind towards them in worship. Why do we feel the need to draw and paint them, to write poetry and songs proclaiming their magnificence. Why do we struggle up the ascents simply to slide … Continue reading “MOUNTAINS AND MEDITATIONS”
April 2018 – Shrublands Farm, North Repps Hidden in the comfort of our metal gypsy wagon, I watch a pair of pheasants pick their way around the sympathetically camouflaged green painted toilets towards me. Stunningly marked, such creatures are better enjoyed thus – still wearing their feathers. It saddens me that this brace, these comrades … Continue reading “Beauty and our inner beast”
