The first blackthorn in bloom |
Being
woken by a phone call from Himself, who was up ridiculously early and
full of determination and much vim!
A
lovely offer from some good and treasured friends which makes me feel
supported and that all will be well.
Leaving
the house to what felt like the most beautiful early spring day. I
remember writing when autumn was just beginning and then spending so
much time trying to describe the beauty of the winter light. Writing
it down, seeking out just the right words to convey the moment of
beauty, makes the turning of the seasons so much more real somehow.
Having
just enough cash to get a lovely cup of coffee from the teeny
newsagents near here; yummy and good for warming my hands.
A
wonderful encounter with one of the Woolwich starlings, who seem to
be particularly cocky and confident. This one was sitting on the kerb
right where buses stop every few seconds and so hundreds of feet are
constantly moving. A boy of about twelve was fascinated by him,
moving closer and closer, not quite believing that the starling
wouldn't fly away. And yet he didn't. He stood there with his wings
slightly out, as though challenging everyone, and then just walked
along the kerb, hopped down into the road and walked on his delicate
legs to the other side, all watched by the boy. It was lovely to
witness that moment of wonder and intimacy, and the starling made me
laugh.
Reading
a beautiful and thought-provoking book on Celtic Christianity.
Spotting
a little chaffinch in a thick and tangled hedge.
Strong
times with the small people today. Using Amy-Rose, the Small Beauties
Bee, and the Big Love Little Sista Goddess cards as inspiration to
create our own powerful visions of ourselves. The Queen of Friendship
and the Lioness of Courage have been born and shared far and wide and
it was lovely to see them believing that they had something important
to offer. Little Sistas helping their Big Sistas remember what it's
all about.
Amy~Rose, the Small Beauties Bee |
Whispers
of spring; alder catkins and the first blackthorn blossoms.
Alder catkins |
Blackthorn blossom |
Coot
feet.
A
pair of Canada geese exploring the river bank in a slow and
meandering way.
Meandering |
Re-redding
my hair and the knowing that by the time I feel to do it again life
will be very different.
Sharing
of fear and vulnerability, and bravery and honesty. These are deep
journeys of wounded places with fragile scars not quite healed and
threatening to break open. Trust holds. Love heals.
Blackthorn flowers above the riverflow |
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