Jackdaws
flying circles around a half-moon high in a pale blue sky.
A
sunbeam lighting a patch of hedgerow like dripping honey.
A
long winter walk with Himself along roads that we have only ever
travelled together in his van before. I love the different sense of
distance that comes with walking and loved the new perspective that
came from seeing familiar sights for the first time on foot. And it
was lovely to walk with him.
The
least badgery-looking badger squeaky dog toy that I could ever
imagine in the local pet shop...and it made a noise like a duck!
The
warmth and snuggliness of brushed cotton sheets.
Finally
getting my hands on Dominick Tyler's wondrously word-weaving book
'Uncommon Ground', which is filled with colloquial words describing
our beautiful land. So far my favourite is cow-belly, which describes
the fine silt that gathers on a riverbed. Sigh.
Days
of love, laughter, tea drinking, and wild and tender hopes for the
future.
A
gathering of tiny golden fungi in the grass.
An
invitation to take part in a study of 'women who have journeyed with
the Goddess'. Affirming.
Stefi,
Queen of Cats, purring on my lap, sitting on my head in bed, forcing
her way under the covers and demanding fuss, dribbling on my face,
and generally wrapping me round her paw. I loved every minute of it!
Two
foxes screeching in the garden, one with the most beautiful
bright-white tail tip.
Getting
up before sunrise and seeing the almost translucent pale winter sun
rising above wide green fields from the train I was travelling on.
My
first sight of frost this year, and then ice! I love the dance of
winter across the land, making everything sparkle like stars fallen
to earth. Such beauty!
A man on the DLR; the gentlest of angel-souls, wearing a pink and green knitted hat, sniffing a tiny purple flower that he held in his hand with such bliss on his face, sipping sage tea from a jam jar, and looking at the world with benign fascination. Beautiful.
A man on the DLR; the gentlest of angel-souls, wearing a pink and green knitted hat, sniffing a tiny purple flower that he held in his hand with such bliss on his face, sipping sage tea from a jam jar, and looking at the world with benign fascination. Beautiful.
A
hot bath with rose-scented salts after a cold day.
A
deepening connection to the Spirit Mothers of this land and to
She~Who~Is; shedding layers to come to deeper and wilder
understandings beneath. Loving the journey.
School
today; several hugs, much welcoming back after New Year, and arriving
just as the smallest children were enjoying a rousing singalong to
'Let It Go' from 'Frozen'. Truly it was the most joyous thing ever!
They knew all the words and sang in that half shouting/half singing
way that only small children really can. Naturally I had to join in,
and everyone else who came near them did too. Beautifully, wildly,
marvellously, infectious.
The
wonderful sight of moorhens running on grass. Thinking about it, they
remind me a bit of Groucho Marx. Happy-making.
And
a stunning winter sky of bright silver, steel grey, and pale gold
melting into a sunset of violet and deep salmon pink. I am still
blissed out by, and in awe of, the winter light.
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