Even though bitter winds can make me cringe:
Tears fall like salty streams.
Dancing kitten tails, ginger tinged,
Soft and kissed by sunshine beams.
I love this time of year when the sunshine peeps through the charcoal trees, lighting up the beautiful Hazel catkins and dancing on the trees. Sometimes taking a photograph can be challenging when it’s cold and windy and I have to sweep away the tears!
I treasure breathing, everyday breathing in new energizing air and breathing out stale energy, removing any negativity. I enjoy each day whatever the weather, walking in nature, looking,hearing,feeling and touching as I breathe, I believe breathing fully keeps me healthy. The breath is calming and healing. Yoga gurus call the vital energy source ‘prana’. Breath control is used during meditation to help focus the mind and body in the here and now. I hope you enjoy my post and if you don’t normally think about your breathing, just take a moment to enjoy being aware of your breathing, you will be surprised at how relaxed you will become. Have a lovely weekend. Namaste
I love the above quote from the 15th Century philosopher,physician and priest ,Marcilio Ficint’s book ‘The book of life. translated by Charles Boer. Dallas Spring Publications 1989.
The golden hour begins
As a medley of majestic
The sky prepares
Heave into slumber,
A brisk breeze;
A salty scent of
Waking the ghosts
Of cod and
Pearcing purple dust,
Dwindles to dusk;
My response to the challenge is the evocation of the sun going down on the beach, where the fishing huts feel ‘ lovingly abandoned’ for the night after a hard day’s work; there is also a deeper sadness in the ‘creaking’ wood and the ‘nibbled nets’ of a disappearing industry as youngsters move away to work: ‘purple dust turns to dusk’ and skills and experience die out.