A short note to my writing group: On seeing this painting, Iona Landscape: Rocks by Samuel J Peploe I could write about visiting Iona 25 years ago; of receiving a book written in the 1800s and passed down to me, from my Scottish Aunt about Iona history; about the fact that my grandmother was a … Continue reading The Conversation (inspired by the painting Iona Landscape: Rocks by Samuel J Peploe)
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Friday Comfort:
There is a powerful connection between our emptiness and our ability to welcome it. Henri Nouwen. Friday used to be family day in our home but now it is our friendship day. Whatever brings you joy I hope that you will experience those comforts; be it family, friends, or some special ritual that uplifts and … Continue reading Friday Comfort:
Sitting quietly is a gift.
I acknowledge the long unexplained silence As I sit upon my patio Gazing at my foresty-garden: Autumn rains it's leaves in gusts of winds Pitter-patter to the ground In the lull, like the in-breath, a leaf drifts Down to touch the ground Like a little foraging bird. Leaves leaving the branch akin to letting go. … Continue reading Sitting quietly is a gift.
Scottish Thistles and a New Adventure.
https://churchwritinggroup.files.wordpress.com/2021/10/thistle-in-a-field.jpg Thistles in a Field, by Fidelia Bridges Here is another short story for the group of writing friends I belong to, inspired by this painting as a writing prompt. Scottish Thistles and a New Adventure. The Scottish thistle is the symbol of my adventuring journeys as that is where my father came from. My … Continue reading Scottish Thistles and a New Adventure.
We All Have to Wait for Something.
https://churchwritinggroup.files.wordpress.com/2021/09/waiting-anette-swensson-2.jpg Waiting: Anette Swensson Waiting for an answer or diagnosis can be excruciating; especially when the outcome could really be something you are not looking forward to; something that is quite final. It’s a bit like sitting on an empty train station feeling alone and like the next train has been delayed: time hanging heavily … Continue reading We All Have to Wait for Something.
A Postcard Stirs up Fond Memories.
https://churchwritinggroup.files.wordpress.com/2016/11/gwen_john_a_corner_of_the_artists_room_in_paris_cardiff.jpg Painting by Gwen John, a corner of the artists room in Paris. A Postcard Stirs up Fond Memories. (This was first written for the my group of writing friends in response to the prompt of the painting by Gwen John , A corner of the artist's room in Paris.) The image of the empty … Continue reading A Postcard Stirs up Fond Memories.
Knitting Research : South African Heritage
Dear Readers, Today I want to talk a little about my latest research project that I have set for myself. It is still very much in it’s infancy so it may develop more direction as I go along. Recently I was watching this episode by Skeindeer knits. I have tried to set it so that … Continue reading Knitting Research : South African Heritage
A Longing to Answer the Call within Us
This is a little metaphoric story of a longing for meaning or purpose. I wrote it for a group of writing friends last week. I chose a painting of Vincent van Gogh as my prompt; he has been one of my favorite artists since a young girl. We had several copies of his paintings in … Continue reading A Longing to Answer the Call within Us
Know yourself
Chalk Pastel drawing of Calla lilies, by Morag Noffke. This is an edited post from 2018 which I wrote to myself as a reminder of how I want to live. Reading it today, I feel that it is still very true for myself now. It is easy to get caught up in life's business and … Continue reading Know yourself
Reflection on Past, Present and Future.
As a river we flow from the Source to the End reflecting the terrain we are embedded in. We experience "the before", live in "the now" and ponder on "the after" or more commonly known as the past, present and future... Flowing ever forward We move from old routines to new practices: The Now is … Continue reading Reflection on Past, Present and Future.
Morag Noffke 
