In this 

Moment the 

Gently falling


(This should be centred, to make it look like a lantern, as in lanturne poetry x) 



Plessey woods…

…Memories of dad, and squirrels, and of me being a little girl and of Iona being a little girl… Bittersweet…

Beautiful swathes of bluebells, ramsons and stitchwort, as far as the eye could see… Beautiful, therapeutic, uplifting…

With deep gratitude, as always, for nature; always there, always giving… ❤






Although this time of year is lovely, a time for counting blessings, gathering together, spending time with loved ones, having good food, having happy, sparkly times, it can also be bittersweet and incredibly hard at times too. The pain of loss, poverty, family problems, loneliness, etc, can be much more intense at this time of year… Sending lots of love to those who need it over the festive times, and thinking of all those I’ve loved and lost, and whose spirits live on… ♡❆♥︎



I have always enjoyed watching birds – not in the serious kind of way, sitting in a bird hide for hours, with a flask and zoom lens cameras and telescopes, and all the right gear kind of way, but more in a getting caught up in the moment, mindful kind of way. 

I used to sit gazing out of the window in a world of daydreams, drifting, pondering, contemplating, as a child, watching the garden birds come and go, and I still enjoy doing this now – it is as much part of my daily life as sleeping, eating and drinking are…

So it has brought me great joy today in realising that the eggs in the starlings’ nest by my window must have hatched. The proud parents have been coming and going all morning with an array of worms dangling from beaks, to feed the new little chicks. Such dedication! Tirelessly going back and forth, back and forth, and doing a great job by the looks of it. I have put some extra bird food out, to offer a helping hand…
I feel a sense of joy and wonder at the beauty of life, particularly at this time of year, springtime; a time of rebirth and renewal ♡
♡ ~ with deep gratitude for the gift of life ~ 




Fragile arms reach out 
Cradling the grieving sky with
Heartfelt compassion 

Sometimes, words are not necessary… 
It can be hard to find quite the right words to convey what our soul yearns to say, especially at times of sorrow and loss. When we know that someone is grieving, we want to express our compassion and empathy, but words seem inadequate; how could any amount of words express the depth and intensity of heartfelt emotions? 
At times like this maybe we need to remind ourselves that the language of the soul is ‘love’, rather than words. 
If we open our hearts and allow love and compassion to flow, the love will  flow outwards and meet the soul of the other, offering comfort and support. A gentle touch, an outreached hand, a tender smile, can convey so much more than a few clumsy words. It is enough to simply be with someone; just ‘being’ ‘with’ them, rather than trying to do or say anything, offers the opportunity for souls to meet and unite in love and compassion. So much can be felt, conveyed, heard and understood in silence, without words. Next time you’re struggling to find the right words, remind yourself that perhaps now is the time to be quiet and allow your spirit to speak instead. In silence we say so much…
Take some time out each day to connect with your spirit, and feel the nurturing love flow through you. Let it flow through you and outwards to friends, family, neighbours, colleagues, the local communities, and all around the world, spreading a gentle, healing stream of love and compassion, uniting us all…
Words aren’t always necessary… 

♡ namaste ♡