Thursday, 23 February 2012

hahahaiku

A pickled onion
crunchy, sharp,pungent and hot.
Now, come and kiss me.

Sunday, 19 February 2012

Sunday blessing

The cat George
catching flies
so I don't have to

Perky eared
and frisky tailed
whiskers a go-go.

Saturday, 18 February 2012

Monday, 13 February 2012

heaven's a poppin'

 I spent the morning helping out in a local library on a voluntary basis. At one point I tidied up a tiny bookshelf of childrens pop up books, remembering the pop up edition of Peter Pan I had over 50 years ago, so beautifully made and illustrated. It's somehow comforting and hopeful to think children today can still experience that same excitement that I felt  all those years ago. This is what I always hope for, that no matter what technology can do for us, people will still always discover and love the special magic that only books can create.

Saturday, 11 February 2012

let it snow

 7.00am and the excitement of seeing settled snow and then the large soft silent flakes, I rush to put the moka on, then the milk, grab the camera, open the door, take some photos. It's good to be 8 again.

Thursday, 9 February 2012

the bumpy middle way

There are days when I do nothing but compromise it seems,
Days when I have to give in.
Moments of thinking 'Oh have it your own way'
And feeling I never can win.

 

Wednesday, 8 February 2012

dharma rain

We sit inside, the cats and myself, staring glumly at the sheeting rain. There are days like this, when you can do nothing except accept that you can do nothing and enjoy the pause, the silence, the mindrest, the dharma rain.

Saturday, 4 February 2012

pedalissimo

I'm looking at the bike that I've just bought and the two men are telling me to try it out, I'm terrified and that makes me angry and now we are snapping at each other and I feel rather stupid and a bit ashamed so...I put one foot on the pedal, take a deep breath and... oh... yes... I'm cycling up the road and turning round and coming back and the cold is stinging my eyes and I brush my hair off my forehead, one hand already! It's true, you know, you never forget.

Wednesday, 1 February 2012

first of the month

As one journey draws to a conclusion, so another road beckons. I find myself on the brink of something high and unknown, balanced between falling and flying and I know in my soul that only letting go of fear will decide the outcome.