Easter Monday and the sun shone as if to reassure after the rain-drenched Sunday, that sunshine follows rain, joy after despair, laughter after tears…

Catching the sight of the yellow daisies beneath the still bare trees, they just appealed for closer inspection…

Interspersed with bluebells, wild garlic, dog mercury, small comfrey and the fading daffodils; I couldn’t help but stand mesmerised , watching the flowers sway in the morning breeze. We love visiting Culzean, and this was really my first foray into the world for several weeks (apart from hospital visits – they don’t count!) 🙂

Overhead, the birds sang in a loud cacophony of song. The sweet, musty smell of the damp woodland, soft earth underfoot; we can walk wordlessly among the trees, every sense alive. A flutter of bird wing, a flash of colour, a scent on the air, the sound of the sea, a rustle of leaf litter. Simple treasures, simply available, simply wondrous!

Thanks for stopping by today –  may you find pleasure in simple treasure today

 

Each moment given, a precious gift…

Every sunset a beautiful ending.

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Thanks for stopping by today, sorry I haven’t been very active recently. Thank you for your kind words, and thank you to everyone who has recently followed, that’s 501 today!

Life just now is about recovery from surgery and beginning the next arduous treatments. Have some photos for some wordless posts, brain rather addled just now! 🙂

Don’t waste the sunsets – each is a perfect gift!

Thank you Cynthia and Hamlin 🌸💕

Cynthia Reyes - Author

You may know her as The Hopeful Herbalist.

She writes gorgeous poetry and prose, and posts lovely photos of life at her home in Scotland.

She’s also a blogger friend to me and many others. As an example, Jeni’s kind wishes and comforting verses helped bolster my hope and faith at a very shaky time.

blog-photo-pink-peony[1]Recently, Jeni has been going through a challenging time, alluded to here.

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Jeni and Ian and your family: you are in our hearts and prayers.

If I were half as good a poet as you, Jeni, I’d write something wonderful — but as you know, I’m poetically challenged.

blog-photo-afternoon-tea-pink-poppies[1]And as you might guess, Hamlin took these photos. I didn’t.

But I chose them for you.  And I send you love.

Stay strong, my friend.

From my family, to you and yours, with hugs.

Grace and peace.

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September sunset

Do not say ‘Goodbye’;

Goodbye is too final,

Too abrupt,

Like a small vessel leaving

The haven for the storm.

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Do not say ‘Goodbye’;

Goodbye seems an ending – 

A sad farewell

Where distance separates

And divides me from you.

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Do not say ‘Goodbye’;

Goodbye is the shrinking horizon;

The disappearing point of vision,

Dwindling from sight –

Heart breakingly lonely.

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Say, ‘See you later’ –

Smile as I slip into blackness

‘Twixt life and death,

Suspended between two worlds –

Wait here for me.

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Say, ‘Welcome back’;

As you would a traveller,

Opening my eyes to new life,

The wanderer returned.

Hold me in your eye’s embrace BUT

Do not say ‘Goodbye’ 

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Sunset Sea

O God the sea is so wide and my boat is so small;

Be good to me.

A Breton Fisherman

(Short Prayers For The Long day – Giles & Melville Harcourt)

Sunshine on the Firth

Sunshine & showers over Ailsa Craig in the Firth of Clyde, also known as Paddy’s Mile stone as it marks the halfway-point between Belfast and Glasgow. The name may mean ‘Faerie Rock’ in old language (? Gaelic). Over the year it marks the Winter Solstice, the furthermost point the winter sun sets, gradually heading north until July sunsets are over Goatfell. A steadfast little rock, sanctuary to seabirds and still mined for granite for curling stones….

Thanks for keeping company today, I’ll be away from my blog for sometime, with a scheduled post tomorrow.

Take care of yourself.

I’ll be back!

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Wind Surfing - Lake Garda

The pessimist complains about the wind;

The optimist expects it to change;

The realist adjusts his sails.

William Arthur Ward

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Kite Surfing  - Lake Garda

When the wind blows up around Torbole, Lake Garda, those in the know trim their sails and exploit the wind!

When storms come our way, we often feel discouraged, overwhelmed. The waters flow fast and strong; threatening to sweep us away in cascades of white water. But then the rain eases and the angry waters grow calm and still; until only the quiet waters trickle by, leaving pools of reflections.

Life can be a bit like that too. A sudden unexpected squall appears sending us scurrying for shelter. We may wish we had been more prepared but sometimes the unexpected happens, we are taken unawares, surprised, bewildered. It takes time to process alone, with family and friends. From somewhere deep within you summon the strength and courage to face the ordeal, because this too will pass…

‘When you pass through the waters; I will be with you.

When you cross rivers, you will not drown.

When you walk through fire, you will not be burned,

nor will the flames hurt you’

Isaiah 43:2

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‘We can never cross the ocean unless we have

the courage to lose sight of the shore’

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A song for the rough days you may encounter on your journey,  whatever  oceans or rivers you must cross…

Thanks for keeping company today!