I was in a quiet chapel some time ago and saw this. Couldn’t help but think that each one was a memory in someone’s heart. So I lit one each for my Mom and Dad.
A Winter’s day ends in skeletal celebration. The sounds of birdsong echoing here and there are finally stilled by small heads folded beneath protective wings, as light succumbs to creeping darkness.
A misty morning in Kent.
I love walking on misty mornings. The mist strangely muffles noise and everything is so still. It’s as if a white sheet of silence is cast over the countryside. So invigorating! Coming up this hill I just had to take this shot.
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 stories in ourselves and in others, and to partake in creating and shaping them throughout the seasons of life.
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.
In the grounds of Knole House in Kent
When colour touches the inner eye of the soul it ignites health and brightness of life – that’s certainly my experience. Autumn can never be a time of gloom.
“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