Morning AirSounds rapping At my waking Rains came last night I open the window wideCool air rushes inDistant sheep bleating Four-by-four revving Farmer herding cows Doves cooBaby birds chirp For breakfast Dogs barkIn the park Owners muffledConversationsSwirl upward Adult birdsDive and swoop Beaks and bellies Will be filled soonTime for me To start my day … Continue reading Morning Air
The Journey
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
Short July Update
It feels a bit like July went by in a blur while I lived in the present moment. July went byIn a blur. Heat waveStonehaven Folk Festival Pet sitting Heat waveCat sitting Community group activity Art and historical research I have had A satisfying Abundant Month As the Stonehaven folk festival still lingered on our … Continue reading Short July Update
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.
To My Astonishment…
‘Have you started my story,’ I heard my mother ask. She was phoning from heaven. I was astonished because I didn’t think she could phone me from heaven. I paused. I didn’t know what to say. I had been planning to start her story. ‘I haven’t …but I am planning to…’ my voice trailed off. … Continue reading To My Astonishment…
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
Morag Noffke 