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“Fluttering and dancing in the breeze”

It is once again that wonderful time of year when daffodils abound. The photo above is Ullswater Lake in the Lake District in northern England. It was while walking home to Grasmere along with his sister Dorothy that William Wordsworth enjoyed a host of golden daffodils. In fact it is Dorothy who writes in herContinue reading ““Fluttering and dancing in the breeze””

Slow Pilgrim

There are just too many poems in Scott Cairn’s book Slow Pilgrim published in 2015 by Paraclete Press, that I would love to share. Today, I will share two. I am conscious that in the Christian calendar we find ourselves almost half way through the season of Lent. It’s a long journey from Ash WednesdayContinue reading “Slow Pilgrim”

A man from Porlock?

Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s two most famous poems are without doubt – The Rime of the Ancient Mariner and Kubla Khan. The former, my all time favorite about which I could write at length. However such a poem is far to long to place in these blogs, so I will settle for Kubla Khan. While readingContinue reading “A man from Porlock?”

Stuff!

This is not my attic! One good result in moving homes as many times as I have, is that I have had to shed some stuff with each move! However, like a dog shedding hair, more seems to grow! So after 10 moves I still have a basement of stuff! Way too much stuff! IContinue reading “Stuff!”

“Saying the Names”

I ask you today to recall those memories of walking round a harbor or marina. Naming a boat allows for all sorts of creativity and imagination. Perhaps you have seen these names on your harbor walks – Old Buoy, Seas the Day, Go with the Flow, Lady of the Lake, Fin and Tonic, Reel Love.Continue reading ““Saying the Names””

The Ends of the Earth

We find ourselves now in the season of Lent – a journey towards Easter. I am thinking about journeys and pilgrims. The pilgrim walk in NW Spain – The Camino de Santiago de Compostela (also known as the Way of St. James) is not quite on my “bucket list” but it’s close! It might edgeContinue reading “The Ends of the Earth”

“being too happy in thy happiness”

Without doubt the poem Ode to a Nightingale by John Keats (1795-1821) is a classic. There are just too many great lines to count, it might be easier to number the not so good lines of the total of 80 that make up the poem. Keats writes from a drowsy numbness as if he hadContinue reading ““being too happy in thy happiness””

Moments of Grace

The poem Moments of Grace by Carol Ann Duffy is one can we can reflect upon for hours upon hours. Duffy’s gift of words and images is a feast, and like all feasts we ought to eat slowly and enjoy every course and every taste. I feel there is so much in this poem thatContinue reading “Moments of Grace”

Washing Day

Many folks used to hang their washing out to dry, and some still do. Now remember I grew up in N. Ireland and rain was everyone’s close friend. Rain was always in the habit of showing up when you least expected, hanging around longer than was really necessary and always promising to visit again soon!Continue reading “Washing Day”

“Could Have”

Random happenings we often call coincidences. No rhyme or reason it just happened. Trying to fill a prescription becomes evermore complicated because there is a person with the same full name and the same date of birth already in the system! Having just flown into London and catching a train to Edinburgh when walking throughContinue reading ““Could Have””