30 past twelve Thirty past twelve In the dead of night listening: I hear nature...Open my window wide...Lean out... River rippling Ripple-ripple, High pitched Toot toot. And again Toot toot Ripple-ripple Rippling river;Echoing toot toots. I gaze out into Darkness: Inky sky and A couple of diamonds. Black velvet hills Meet the valley Where the … Continue reading Nocturnal Encounter
Life Changes
Ramblings from my Teacup
When we long for things other people have Have you ever been at the beach or park and you see someone walking along with a lilt in their step, hair flying in the breeze and they seem to embody the picture of ideal happiness or health. Maybe it elicits a feeling of slight envy; you … Continue reading Ramblings from my Teacup
Walking Reveals
Under the dry grey skyGrassy hills wait, patched.Dogs running gayly Not a care in the world While a solitude couple walkWith heavy dark clouds Weighing on their shouldersAnd a man In a house findsA solution To a year-long problem.Manic happiness Give way to celebrate.Walking reveals allAs time keeps Moving on. ~Morag Noffke~
Discovering My Ancestry
Discovering my ancestry: a journey of synthesizing and assimilating. ‘We don’t talk about that!’ My mother rasped at me in response to me showing her an antique lace cloth I had found in her belongings. She sounded like she was choking as she spoke; she sat on the other side of the room and … Continue reading Discovering My Ancestry
Friday Art Studio: My Expressive Art – balloon figurine.
My art, first-and-foremost, has an emotional message. Not pretty. Not beautiful. Not finessed. It is often rough, edgy and uncomfortable. I feel something, I share it, and the viewer feels something. It might not be the same thing that we feel. Sometimes my art is classed as Naïve(naive) art*, other times my landscapes capture reality. … Continue reading Friday Art Studio: My Expressive Art – balloon figurine.
What Would I Say to My Younger Self Now That I Am Sixty three?
The trouble with giving one's younger self advice is, we gained that wisdom and knowledge through experience; the type of experience that can't save us from ourselves because it is precisely because we went through these experiences that we gained the knowledge. Yet I do wish I had learnt that 'fearful people pleasing gets you … Continue reading What Would I Say to My Younger Self Now That I Am Sixty three?
Sunday Session on the Patio
Sitting on my patio With Views If warm blues and lazy greens The birds chatter,Tweet and whirr,Piep piep and warble... Butterflies flutter. I listen intently All is still Except the birds,Sounds holographic To me.We have made a new compost bin this weekend And I thought about the Unwanted things that come From inside The kitchen … Continue reading Sunday Session on the Patio
Stonehaven Folk Festival
Weekend at Stonehaven Last weekend we went to a folk festival in Stonehaven. It is situated in the North East of Scotland just south of Aberdeen overlooking the North Sea. Getting away from home and work was a treat; having time to unwind and relax. We had arranged to meet some friends there who were … Continue reading Stonehaven Folk Festival
Sunday’s Confessions from a Compost Heap
Reflections of composting in the garden and in the heart I am sitting here near the compost heap this morning in order to get in touch with the topic. My confession is this: The compost was the first thing I worked on when I moved into my new home. I discovered that I don’t even … Continue reading Sunday’s Confessions from a Compost Heap
Growing Old/Older
I consider myself in the beginning stages of growing old as I am 63 years old although when I was in my twenties I probably thought that 63 was ancient. I didn’t get to meet either set of grandparents so when it came to my mother aging I found it quite challenging but I learnt … Continue reading Growing Old/Older
Morag Noffke 