My third memory of Portugal At the end of our second day in Portugal, after we were taken to Monte da Largo I found myself happily swimming in a pool with some ladies I had not met before. During the week we joked and laughed and shared our life stories with each other; people we … Continue reading Being together in Portugal
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Travel to Lisbon, Portugal: Colourful and embellished buildings.
Colourful buildingsColourful livesRich historyWarm Peoplewhat’s not to like! Embellished buildingsPartly of a rich heritageI feel honouredTo have the opportunityTo experienceAnd be witnessTo somebody Else’s life.A windowInto the soulOf a culture. As we traveled on the red bus tour the colours of the buildings and the treatment of the windows, balconies and doors left a lasting impression. … Continue reading Travel to Lisbon, Portugal: Colourful and embellished buildings.
We walked in the wind – Soul poem
I write poetry which I call soul poems because I don’t follow any poetry rules. I just follow my heart and say what’s immediately felt or experienced or perceived. Often it is about a life experience which I have grappled with and other times its just a reflection of the world around me. I want … Continue reading We walked in the wind – Soul poem
My first blog, halfway through the year.
Hello to you all. It is half way through the year and this is my first blog. I have not forgotten about the blog or you; it just hasn’t been a high priority for me with all that has been going on. I am going to give you a short summary of the last eight … Continue reading My first blog, halfway through the year.
Trauma’s Stooge
28/10/22 Trauma’s Stooge Old Trauma came visiting in the night Gave me quite a fright New Insight took control Gave Trauma quite a fight. Now I know I am stronger than my Trauma even when it visits in the night My Insight gives me control, I’m no longer Trauma’s Stooge.
How do we say goodbye?
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?
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.
Shells
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
The ups and downs of life.
Joy lies in the fight, in the attempt, in the suffering involved, not in the victory itself"Mahatma Gandhi I have to admit, as a creative individual I have experienced ups and downs of emotions, which over time, I have come to learn is quite natural and useful in creativity; yet after suffering depression I found … Continue reading The ups and downs of life.
Polishing Reflections
I have had to adjourn my Icefield posts due to a technical problem I have regarding my images from the trip: no images, no posts for the moment. In the meantime here is a poem... Reflection is about going deep inside yourself, turning what you have "seen", over and over in your mind, like a … Continue reading Polishing Reflections
Morag Noffke 