I was sitting out in the sun the other day on the bench in the garden looking round. I’d been contemplating this week’s blog topic and already decided on a photo blog inspired by the flowers around me.
I began to think about what words should accompany the photos I had taken. As is my want, I turned to Google and searched “summer poem garden bees butterfly” .
Google came up trumps .
An Evening Hour
Published: April 2011
It was a sunny bright evening, an evening so calm,
The kind of evening that was inviting me with an outstretched arm.
So I decided to spend an hour doing almost nothing,
Sitting and enjoying the best of what nature could bring.
Getting up from my chair, I thought I’d take a stride
Then there was a bumble bee that suddenly came by my side.
There was a kind of music as the bee flapped its wing,
Music so perfect that no one could ever sing.
Walking little further, I spotted a butterfly
Which was hovering over the flowers and then soaring high
And I came to the conclusion as I was on my knees,
Not the richest of queens was dressed like one of these.
My evening hour in the garden was very well spent
And now I know what beauty and music really meant!!
Many An Evening Hour has been spent appreciating the world around me.
The variety of wildflowers that I admire on my meanderings never ceases to amaze me.
and eventually the bee does come 😉
No matter how often you admire the same view, it never looks the same twice……
I walk past this view several times a week. I’ve walked past this view several times a week for years…..it never grows old, it never stays the same. Sometimes constant change is good…
Last night as I drove home from work, my mind was racing. The cogs were still whirling round as I reflected on the various highs and lows of the day. The creative cogs were beginning to pick up speed as I began to plan ahead for the evening’s writing activities. The “me” cogs were going into over drive as I thought and over thought various other things.
Then I really looked at the road ahead of me. Looked at the sky. Looked at the world around me.
Without hesitation, I turned off the road into a small car park a few hundred yards further along the road.
Sometimes you just need to put the plans on hold and do what’s good for your soul.
I did just that.
Thirty minutes later I returned to the car, soul suitably fed.
“What you see depends not only on what you look AT but also where you look FROM”
Sometimes you just need to take a different perspective on life……..
Anyone that follows my blog or has read the Silver Lake series knows I love the beach.
There is nothing like the feeling of sand under your feet to soothe the soul. It’s my quiet place. My happy place. My thinking place. My sanctuary….
Even in winter….no make that especially in winter….it holds a special kind of magic.
Would you believe me if I said the photo above had been shot in January? No? Well it was – the 1st of January to be precise.
In winter the beach tends to be virtually deserted. OK, it tends to be damn cold too! It’s Scotland – it can be damn cold in summer! On several occasions I’ve timed my visits just right and managed to secure the whole beach to myself for a few precious minutes.
Selfish I know but, in those few stolen moments, it’s MY space.
Space to daydream. Space to think things through (or over think them as I have a tendency to do). Space to seek creative inspiration. Space to reminisce. Space to shed private tears. Space to breathe. Space to recharge the batteries.
Without fail, I leave every time feeling calmer and more grounded. Maybe it’s the water themed name or the Cancerian birth sign but my soul is most definitely tied to the beach.
Where’s your happy place?
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