The Song of the Black Bird

<iframe width=”420″ height=”315″ src=”//www.youtube.com/embed/o6gWx7iUbk0?rel=0″ frameborder=”0″ allowfullscreen> The Summer Solstice heralds the longest day and for me this is always the most magical time of the whole year.   The sun at its zenith, my thoughts automatically turn to love.   To embrace this new day, early this morning – lighting a candle to symbolize the abundance…

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Travel Theme: Flow

‘People step into the same rivers and different waters flow onto them’ Heraclitus (c.500 BC) Do you find that sometimes you go out for a walk and arrive home again surprised that you are back where you started so quickly?  This kind of walking ‘in the flow’ is a state of being where you become…

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Curves Containing a Protective Bubble of White Light

Curves as a bubble of white light hitting the wall of James Turrell’s Sky Space at Tremenheere after our meditation last week.  (Our meditation practice had to be cancelled this (Sunday) morning because of the incessant rain.)  I took this picture just as the sun came out providing a beautiful confirmation of what had come…

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Side-Tracked

Have you ever stopped to think how many of our most used ‘sayings’ come from the activity of walking?  Phrases such as: off the beaten track; wrong-footed; beat a path; leave a footprint; on the right track, etc,.  How many more can you think of? I wonder if this is the same in all languages? …

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On the Right Track

If you think you have suddenly landed on the wrong page in the wrong blog, then ‘bear with’ dear friends.   You haven’t gone mad.   It is I who have decided it is time for a minor change!  After not much deliberation, I have opted for a more fitting title for this blog. My sketchbook pages…

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Mindfulness in Sky Space

It is indeed strange and a source of wonder how life can often take sudden twists and turns.  When I began this particular venture I didn’t realise it would reveal to me the rainbow of Chakra colours in all their magnificence (only the orange being noticeable by its absence!).   The full extent of this…

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A South West Coaster

As I was going to St Ives I met a man with seven wives Every wife had seven sacks Every sack had seven cats Every cat had seven kits Kits, cats, sacks, wives How many were going to St Ives? On Sunday, I passed a man walking along the path on the dunes above Porth…

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