Today,after a very foggy start to the day, my Painting For Mindfulness Group explored the theme of renewal looking at leaves through Neurographic art. The bubbles represent water on the leaves – decay to new life through replenishment of the earth . Autumn wraps itself around the house In a blanket of whiteHolding it tightContinue reading “Renewal”
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Amazed by Nature
Like the popping of a balloon,A cloudburst, A torrentLash of rainWhips the window,Ricocheting Glass on glass; The droplets pound.How can a drop,Held in the palm of the hand, With its fragile meniscus, Burst with such force?We bathe in its softness;The molecules slide over us;We sip it smoothly,Without harshness of swallowing.Replenished,Revived,sustained,Grass is greened.Paradox:Life giving,Life taking. DrenchedContinue reading “Amazed by Nature”
There’s an art to it
There’s an art to it:exploring,looking making the mostnot thinking the least.There’s an art to it:simplicity Stripping backNot striving for moreobserving what’s there imagining what’s not.Pared back simplicity:to be in the momentNot fretting the past or what is to come There’s an art to it:to find stillnessto be there in the moment to be.
Insight
Dawn stills thoughtsPreempts the harshness ofNight time fearPrompts the joyOf a new dayJobs mundaneSatisfactionTime outsideFresh air inhaledA coffee with a friend Conversation sharedTime to create Time to grow Time to be
From Stars to Scars
In their wakeStars leave trailsEthereal chemistry Woven through time Across dark skiesLike memoriesTrailing within our livesFrom stars to scarsWhispers stretchedTranscendent inTime and spaceRemembered for ever.
Wounded
They say time heals the soulAn open wound needs some care: I write it downI pray aloud I sit at the piano And sing it loud I run in the lanesI shout to the windI swim in the sea And call to the cloudsAs I cut through the wavesSalt sticks to my hairAs I swimContinue reading “Wounded”
In the Garden- beneath our Feet
Hewn by worm castsAnd labouring forkSifted through the gardener’s hand The dampness lingers under ancient fernsYet to be unfurled;A primeval world ofSweet fungal sporesConnected to the dawn of timeOf process and precisionAnd small detail;Tiny seedlings pushing throughLifting crumbs and flakes of barkand stonesInconspicuousBut with power to change;Drawn from darkness To a world of light;A gentlenessWhereContinue reading “In the Garden- beneath our Feet”
Giving again
wind spun waves crash and surgein perpetual rhythmpulling the pebblesfrom under the feetuntil we fall as the seventh wave towersand breaks into orangestained waterat the fringe the shorefrom soft sandstone cliffs etched and leachedafter stormsand we talk where flint glistensunder the sunand we finger the shapesas the wind snatchesour thingsthere is laughter againas the beachgivesContinue reading “Giving again”
The Last Breakfast
Breakfast outside RegardlessSummer as taut as An elastic bandFully stretchedEeking outThe last hoursAlready there is change;How we have grown to fear it.The threads ofHalcyon days by sea or river Begin to sever their clarityAs memories mergeAnd leaves fall to the ground;Expectations out-way the reality.There’s a slight chillIn the airA soughing onThe fingers of the windCloudsContinue reading “The Last Breakfast”
Under darkness
Darkness deepensThe mind in starkness clarifiedThoughts spun, tumble-driedThe slightest sound is amplified The world sleeps on.Black turns to grey And light though ImperceptibleOutlines the clouds And heavy shrouds Silhouettes enshroudIn definition of approaching day.
Ruth Partridge 