Monthly Archives: February 2014

Early spring harvest

Blue sky and sunshine today, and warm enough to eat lunch in the summerhouse.
On the allotment we harvested pink rhubarb and purple sprouting broccoli, with earthy orange carrots, and a creamy white leek.

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And a cheerful pot of yellow miniature daffodils greeted us at the front door on our return. And we aren’t even into March!

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Self medication…

Winter virus brings scratchy throat,
Aching limbs and hot sweats.
Energy sapped, I sit and doze.

Gentle sunshine through the window
Brings promise of new spring strength
To present discomfort.

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Forced to take it easy today, I have been copying up some of the small stones I have written into a “Findings” book. I have found even the act of re-reading them brings a warmth and comfort, reminding me that nothing is permanent, and the present moment, even if it’s uncomfortable, is passing and precious. Perhaps writing should be available on prescription… 🙂

Just sing…

Thank you to a couple of you who contacted me after reading my last post, concerned that I was feeling miserable or depressed. I am grateful for friends who care. In fact I am feeling very content and fulfilled at the moment. But my musings in my last post were an illustration of how emotions and thoughts can come and go, like ripples and currents in a passing stream, or clouds scudding across the sky. They can be both beautiful and frightening. And they pass, we don’t have to be swept away with them.

The blog A Year Of Being Here posts daily “mindful” poems, including this wonderful one by Mary Oliver.

I Worried

I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers
flow in the right direction, will the earth turn
as it was taught, and if not how shall
I correct it?

Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,
can I do better?

Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows
can do it and I am, well,
hopeless.

Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it,
am I going to get rheumatism,
lockjaw, dementia?

Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing.
And gave it up. And took my old body
and went out into the morning,
and sang.

From “Swan.

So just keep singing, writing, stitching, painting, dancing….! 🙂

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Thought stream

My mind drifts –
A debris of random thoughts
Caught in a current of worried helplessness
Carried out on a swirling sea of possibilities
Ever widening, dark and threatening, open ended chaos.
An overhanging branch appears
I clutch its roughness, smell its earthy rootedness
And haul myself back to solid ground
Of the present moment.

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This is me being aware of how easily my mind can drift into a fast flowing stream of anxious thinking. Before I realise it I am swept off my feet into a black ocean of fear. For me the discipline of “mindfulness” is like coming to my “senses”, and dragging myself out of the current. I need a deeply rooted rescuing branch to reach out to…

Aftermath…

Last night’s storm was the fiercest for us this winter. The noise was unabated for most of the night and sleep was difficult. Morning light revealed the damage – about 20 metres of fence down, even a concrete post cracked through! That was a strong wind!


Today the sun is shining, and everywhere people are reporting trees and fences down. We are thankful it wasn’t worse –  no-one hurt and repairs already underway….

Weather the storm…

As the lawn lake fills again, and another storm is forecast, I wake with the words of an old song in my head…  A little tweak and it fits the bill for today!

The rain is raining, and the wind is blowing
But I can weather the storm!
What do I care how much it may storm?
For I’ve got my love to keep me warm. (full lyrics)

A big thank you to my wonderful caring husband who has kept me warm for nearly 37 years! 🙂


Whether your love is present with you today, or held in your heart, may you feel its warmth and strength this Valentines Day!

Rough day

A wild and windy day today, as in many places in the UK. In the high winds the tall trees around our house were tossing wildly like the waves of the ocean. The roaring sound added to the sensation of being in a storm at sea – quite scary.

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A day for staying in doors, I was playing with a hand weaving piece started at a recent workshop. I tried to finish it on the Embellisher, but broke two needles, and then nearly put a needle through my finger. Obviously pushing the limits a bit, I gave up, and left it as it was. I like the rough textured effect of the woven threads, fancy wools and sari silks. It looks like more wild waves…

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