Zoe, our family dog, once Siobhan's dog. 2022 Zoe 2022. Zoe and me cuddles. 2022. I lie beside my canine friend And stare up into the canopy of my private bower Watching butterflies flitter-flutter And birds sounding like squeaky dog toys. Leaves quiver shiver In the hot autumn breeze. I cuddle our family dog Taking … Continue reading How do we say goodbye?
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.
I wonder how you are all doing now that it is almost the end of the year. My blogging ground to a halt when I started the Art of Individuation course which I had hoped to give you some more feedback by now. In the last week of the course our plans for moving crystalized … Continue reading December 2021 check-in
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.
Sailing is fun. I used to go sailing with Fritz Nebe, when I was a teenager (+/-1978 - 1981). I learnt all about sailing and adventure, thanks to him. We sailed from Simon's Town to Hout Bay; and from Hout Bay to Saldanha Bay. There we spent many weekends sailing and swimming in Langabaan Lagoon. … Continue reading Sailing: Inner Grounding
Letting go. And so as spring returns to the southern hemisphere so does my spring-cleaning continues with renewed fervor. At the same time my mind creatively processes my life from beginning to end. I collected shells and dead insects from when I was in junior school till recently. Oddly insects are also like shells, they … Continue reading Shells
Life Springs forth in one’s youth and Summer nurtures its productivity I can still remember the excitement of turning 6 years old. It meant that I would be going to school to learn to read and write. I didn’t care much for being 13 though, because I felt awkward and out of my depth but … Continue reading My Aging Autumn Years