Capturing the essence of stillness, quiet, peace, contemplation or contentment {in one image}…
Join me if you wish? #sundaysilence
Capturing the essence of stillness, quiet, peace or contentment {in one image}…
Join me if you wish? #sundaysilence
I have to share this Poem by Muriel Stuart, as it reminds me so much of my mum…
The Seed-Shop
Here in a quiet and dusty room they lie,
Faded as crumbled stone or shifting sand,
Forlorn as ashes, shrivelled, scentless, dry –
Meadows and gardens running through my hand.
In this brown husk a dale of hawthorn dreams;
A cedar in this narrow cell is thrust
That will drink deeply of a century’s streams;
These lilies shall make summer on my dust.
Here in their safe and simple house of death,
Sealed in their shells, a million roses leap;
Here I can blow a garden with my breath,
And in my hand a forest lies asleep.
Noticing and Musings
Life is adventure, poetry and love.
Celebrating gardens, photography and a creative life
Poet and Educator
Parti, osserva, fermati, scatta. Riparti!
Writer & Artist Bridgeen Gillespie
tiny moments (and everything in between)
This is how I spend my quality free time...
Life and travels of a native Texan.
"Our Internal Depiction is complex yet original."
staying present : living and dying
Photoblog of Joshi Daniel
You know, it's cool for cats.