Lazily, toe by toe,
Treading on wispy grasses;
Soft silk bed of fresh miniature flora.
Soaring high –
Skylarks, their
Singing lingers like lover’s whispers
Before vanishing through dreamy vapours.
Cow parsley’s filigree fountains
Shower the wake of Ox Eye daisies.
Hazy white petals slightly dazed,
Enjoy sherbet scented kissing wind.
I dream about being in a bluebell woodland,
Morning’s dampness on my hands.
I find a torn seam in elemental’s veil;
Ask to enter the precious trail.
Bare toes tickling on grassy moss,
Nose wrinkling as plumes of bluebells waft;
Lost in a deep purple blue lake,
Looking at the shapes the old oak makes,
Their wizened branches seeking light,
Orange tip butterflies flee with all their might!
Woodland’s serenade fades gently like a breeze;
I take a sip of Titania’s tea,
Finding myself mixing a pool of morning dew
With soothing dainty hues from the bluebell wood
on my watercolour palette ready for a new painting to emerge.
This week’s daily post photo challenge has Iinspired me to think of a favourite album and to create my own cover art. My choice of album is Enya’s ‘The memory of trees’. If you don’t know it I can thoroughly recommend Enya’s effortlessly relaxing music. I often play ‘The Memory of trees’ when I’m practising daily yoga, meditating, writing or just enjoying relaxing. I enhanced my shot with ‘Pics art’ editing tools to hopefully give that dreamy quality and remind me of autumn. I hope you like it. Below is the link to many more entries.
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We all cope with life’s challenges in different ways. As you know I love nature and everything natural and find the power of nature very healing. I love this peaceful image of the closeness of the geese, safely warming themselves on the opposite bank of the Grand Union Canal near Tring.
This post is called ‘Om Yam Om’ because it is a healing Bija mantra(sounds) for the Anahata chakra (heart chakra). I’ve been sounding this lovely mantra as part of my yoga practice. I’ve also been working on a yoga asana sequence from Swami Ambikananda’s book, ‘Healing yoga’, to purify my mind and body through balancing the heart chakra. This chakra governs the impulses of all the communication systems in the body, particularly that of the nervous system.
The experience of working to balance the heart chakra is very calming. We can all open, speak through our hearts, listen to our hearts and feel peace.
You can find out more about the chakras and mantras here, where there is a utube mantra video too.
“http://ar-yoga.com/2011/10/bija-mantras-the-sounds-of-the-chakras-lam-yam-ram-yam-om/
Namastexox
Enticing Iris,
‘Spring’s icing’!
Chiffon angel’s wings,
Shimmer and zing.
Golden bells ding
In seed scented breeze.
Ethereal Blue hue,
Serene,
Pure and true.
Cavorting capriciously
In a Cowparsley cloud,
Voraciously darting
About; proudly
Singing aloud.
Shrouded in baby bunny-
Fine fluff,
Dreaming of silken
Butterflies,
Preening on
Milky filigree
Tufts.
When walking in the countryside around the beautiful sleepy hamlet of Bygrave with my friend and our three dogs, we took a footpath through a copse which was filled with Cowparsley. We trailed through a cloud of fluffy tufts, a dreamy, magical maze.
Spring sun melts
Any mental anguish felt.
Sentinel beings,
Energise the ‘seers’
Nature’s sleepy tones,
Groan from aged
Tree holes.
Hooded nymphs glimpse
Into the lives of meek
Lonely souls.</
I was with my friend and two dogs in Knebworth country park on a beautiful spring evening. We walked through the churchyard where she introduced me to her ancestors sleeping peacefully.The birds were chirping softly and the aroma of bluebells was quite entrancing. As the dogs played, we watched the sun melt at the end of a perfect evening, melting thoughts and worries of the day.
I posted this on The legion of door whores site. One beautiful day I came across this beautiful tranquil house, a retreat and home of ‘Barefoot Therapies’. I loved the blue door, the Buddha and the wind chimes lulling me into that peaceful place.
Along the Colne, Not far from home, Whimsically wandering, Pondering: Longing for the Kingfisher to Sing, Wishing for Deer To appear. 
Gently treading: Daisies for A fairy wedding And 
Pretty nettle petals. Settling by the Weeping Willow, 
Velvet Violets By my pillow. Humbled by Bumblebees; Entranced by Trees. So much to See.
Spring explodes
Singing, zinging,
Loads of mingling,
Icecream pinks twinkling,
Dreamy violas’ winking.
Lavender Moon: Artist, Poet and Lover of Nature 
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