This Day

All that is eternal in me welcomes the wonder of this day, the field of brightness it creates offering time for each thing to arise and illuminate.

John O’ Donohue

Blossoms

I was walking in the Woods this afternoon. The trees were full of blossoms and the scent in the air was wonderful. Spring is filled with so much beauty

Faces

If only we could truly read faces – what stories, what mysteries would we find there.

Daffodils

The fields, gardens, churchyards and sidewalks are blessed with their brief and beautiful presence.

Yellow

Someone shared seeing the colour yellow in a way he had never experienced yellow before. I had a dream sometime ago where I saw the colour blue in a way I had never seen blue before. I wonder if there’s a reality beyond us, the beauty of which we can only catch brief glimpses of?

The Past

Sissinghurst Gardens

I sat in the garden embraced by the evening light, pondering on the day’s experiences. Where does the past go? Does it simply melt away like morning mist in the rising sun, or does it pass into a mysterious, invisible and universal library to be referenced for some great, cosmic recollection; or is it destined to travel endlessly around some karmic circle repeating itself over and over again. I’m not sure, but the one thing I am sure of is that this too will pass.

Wonder

I was at Sissinghurst Gardens the other day. I was deeply touched by the sheer wonder of it all. I couldn’t help but think of the link between wonder and compassion, because that’s what I felt too, a wave of compassion for it all. No doubt, wonder and compassion are inextricably linked.

Freedom

A walk on the Common just across from our home.

Calling for freedom, asserting freedom, fighting for freedom. Yet, when endless possibility unfolds, the inevitable retreat into false shelters and fear of the very thing we call for, assert and fight for.

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