Stillness

Being still is not something that comes naturally to most people – certainly in our country anyway. Life seems to be one long constant movement – always something to do – somewhere to go – no time to top and simply be still. I’m not just referring to being physically still. This need for movement…

A Wet and Misty Morning

A wet and misty morning – not usually the sort to fill your heart with joy – yet I sit here and find it eerie – mysterious and quite captivating. Almost the only sound to be heard is that of the rain as it falls from grey laden skies. This quiet – this feeling of…

Waiting

As I sit here waiting for the dawn to break I find myself musing on the different times in our lives when we ‘wait’ and how that ‘waiting’ takes on many forms. Each day for me begins with a deliberate and purposeful waiting. I have to be early – to sit quietly and simply wait if…

The darkest night is just before the dawn

  It’s really dark today as I make my way downstairs. I open the French windows and can hardly make out any shapes at all but am loath to switch on a light. There’s something about this dark morning that has me thinking – thinking about the dark times in our lives – and how…

The Laughing Bird

It’s fascinating listening to the calls of the birds as the dawn breaks. I’m no ‘tweeter’ but seem to recall from somewhere that you hear the birdsong in some sort of order. Certain birds begin the dawn chorus and gradually others join in. I’m not good at identifying many of the calls but maybe I…

Habits

Sitting here this morning drinking in my morning dose of the peace – quiet and freshness of this dawn – my thoughts turn to ‘habits’ I guess we all have them – good and bad – but what got me thinking today was about the habits that we want to cultivate. I’m trying to cultivate…

My Ego

Is everyone the same I wonder – the night before embarking on a holiday for a few days. Awake – tossing –  turning – seeking to convince yourself that you have everything in hand – have organised well and will not have forgotten anything. Sleep eludes you – or at least it did me last…

Morning Has Broken

I’m overcome with a sense of relief – at last – the hour has arrived when I can roll myself (literally!) out of bed and get ready for the day. Night hours seem so long – so unrelenting – as I toss and turn, every pain filled moment causing me to fluctuate between a longing…

Owl Watch In The Mornings

Never would I have even imagined that such an event would occur in my life, never mind occur on most successive days during the dark Autumnal mornings. It begins as I creep downstairs feeling my way, not wanting to turn on even the feeblest light, afraid that I might disturb these fantastic creatures and alert…