Time for a ‘brew’…

It’s that time again… But not for my favourite hot beverage. Preparation for the Mercian Gathering is now underway and I should have a nice stock for the hearth fire chats 😉
Happy days…

Haiku, No Typhoo

Flowers picked in bloom,
The demi-john emerges,
Elderflower Wine!

Bright blessings /|\

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Treading the Bones of The Ancestors

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I recently replied to the question posted on Facebook, “Where are your Happy places?”. This took some considerable thought as I live in an almost relentless wave of happiness so I had so many ‘places’ I could name.

However, one such place may seem at first glance to be a rather morbid venue for bathing in the warmth of love, security, belonging and yes… Happiness. And, that place is my local cemetary.

It is without a doubt one of the most peaceful, if considerably (and favourably in my opinion) reclaimed by nature, places in the area and it always blesses me with the gift of relaxing with the wildlife that dwell there… I wrote this poem a while ago that endeavours to put into words, one such visit… I hope you enjoy it.

Blessings /|\

 

Treading the Bones of Ancestors

Bright rays shine through the needles of the great pine,
Scattering flashes over the ground as if ripples reflected on a turbulent sea,
The cool breeze moves slowly past me,
Continuing on to gently wave the grass and wild flowers.

Resting places of long departed souls embraced by the vibrancy of nature,
Forgotten by humankind but watched over ever vigilantly by others,
A rich repertoire of stories recounting messages of love and loss,
Buried now, except to those who peek under blankets of creeping moss.

The quiet is disturbed briefly as an old Yew shakes,
A small deer ventures into the sunlight cautiously checking the air,
I watch and listen… Still… Silent…
The deer, now relaxed, begins grazing amongst the stones.

As I continue to simply ‘be’ here, I feel honoured to form part of the landscape,
The pace of life is shifted, slowing as our spirits touch and blend,
My human mind throwing off the shackles of time, if only briefly,
Treasuring each passing instant, I breathe and smile.

I return to the path as the deer returns to the Yew,
The crow calls a farewell and I nod in acknowledgment,
Thanking those that form the tales of our past,
Whilst I slowly drift back to my present.

Zombies on the train…

I’m on yet another train…
Travelling along the top of the beautiful Peak District national park. The beautiful landscapes are there and gone in a second and appear to go completely unnoticed by the passengers. Rushed phone calls and agitated business conversations fill the air in the carriage. I wrote the poem below a couple of years ago on a journey up to a speaking gig in Newcastle… Still appropriate here I think…

Train Journeys

Green with coloured flecks blur, like strokes of a brush my figure,
Trees and pylons moving slowly in my ground,
A wash of yellow rapeseed plants paint the scene,
But, by our mechanical din, the pheasant’s call is drowned.

So fast we pass through with no time to spare,
Calling, texting, emailing, the important things,
Deadlines to meet, work to complete,
Scared of what tomorrow may bring.

But what of tomorrow when today is unseen,
Missing life and love through blind agendas,
Fear not the unknown and embrace in the now,
Look outside, to the message life sends us.

Bright Blessings /|\

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Imagine

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The more I ponder reality and my own spiritual development, the more I begin to realise the infinite possibilities hidden behind a seemingly never ending torrent of restrictions. This was the inspiration for the following.

Imagine

Imagine…
A circle with no edge,
A square with no corners,
A day with no hours,
A life with no death,
A you with no ‘I’,
A soul with no limit,
Spirit that ‘is’ and ‘is not’.
Imagine…