A scene near our village just longing to be sketched. I had the distinct feeling of this being a restful place in spite of the signs of neglect. So it found its way into my sketchbook.
Standing alone on Bluebell hill, I watched the clouds go by, their shadows like smudges of ink gliding across the countryside. A thought came to mind – do these shadows at some mysterious level leave behind their tracks in the landscape, or do they simply, without a trace, dissolve with their twin in the sky?
Watching the changes in Nature, my thoughts have also moved on to those changes going on within us. I think one of the most beautiful processes is the one that secretly goes on in every human life as it gathers, in the flow of time, its experiences and unites them into a unique inner story of memory and ongoing change. What a privilege to be able to observe these unfolding […]
Walking through the Kent countryside this morning I was greeted by this kind of misty scene. It was exhilarating. I just love living in the County of Kent. I am irresistibly drawn to that which is partly hidden. I’m no fan of glaring light which does nothing for form or mystery.
“The beauty of nature insists on taking its time. Everything is prepared. Nothing is rushed. The rhythm of emergence is a gradual, slow beat, always inching its way forward remaining faithful to itself until the new unfolds in the full confidence of true arrival.” John O’ Donohue Benedictus
A Thought: I watched the sunrise this morning. As the tops of the trees were touched by light, so the shadows of night dissolved and hidden forms rose out of sleep and stood boldly and ready to face another day. The scene never ceases to amaze me. It is the ancient story of life itself as it moves from being not seen to being seen, from being unconscious to being […]