Why am I drawn to owls? I asked you, in yesterdays' post, what you think of owls and here are some thoughts: love their wise human look; love owls; there are owls in our neighborhood - they are such silent fliers therefore difficult to track; they are beautiful, mysterious and a little haunting; and that … Continue reading In Appreciation of Owls.
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Nocturnal Encounter
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
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
Matriarchy Mandala
Continuing my search and formulation of my heritage follows on from Discovering my Ancestry I discovered that I have ancestry from the beginning of the colonization of the Cape, South Africa, by the Dutch East India Company in the seventeenth Century. Obviously it starts centuries before but I hadn't realized my roots in South Africa … Continue reading Matriarchy Mandala
Morning Air
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
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…
