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Looking Beyond

Sometimes we have to look beyond life.  Blur our vision a little and then see what we can see.  Blurred Leaves

Childhood Dreams

This is where my childhood adventures started.  This is where I used to play, in the dene, next to my childhood home.  I feel lucky to have grown up here. Maybe this is where my love affair with nature started too.  I still live close to the dene, I still visit it, and the fields that surround it.  And I feel that I belong, in the peace and the solitude.

light

Lyke Wake Dirge

On this night, on this night,
Every night and all,
Hearth and house and candle-light,
And Christ receive your soul.

When from here away you pass
Every night and all,
To Thorny Moor you come at last;
And Christ receive your soul.

If ever you gave hose and shoes,
Every night and all,
Sit then down and put them on;
And Christ receive your soul.

But if hose and shoes you gave none
Every night and all,
The thorns shall prick you to the bare bone;
And Christ receive your soul.

From Thorny Moor then you may pass,
Every night and all,
To Bridge of Dread you come at last;
And Christ receive your soul.

If ever you gave silver and gold,
Every night and all,
At Bridge of Dread you’ll find foothold,
And Christ receive your soul.

But if silver and gold you gave none
Every night and all:
You’ll tumble down into Hell’s flames
And Christ receive your soul.

From Bridge of Dread then you may pass,
Every night and all,
To Purgatory fire you’ll come at last;
And Christ receive your soul.

If ever you gave meat or drink,
Every night and all,
The fire will never make you shrink;
And Christ receive your soul.

But if meat or drink you gave none,
Every night and all,
The fire will burn you to the bare bone;
And Christ receive your soul.

On this night, on this night,
Every night and all,
Hearth and house and candle-light,
And Christ receive your soul.

Receive My Soul

A Walk on the Wild Side

I took a walk across the fields tonight.  In the golden hour, although I was a little late getting out so missed it slightly.  Happiness is when walking across the fields.  The quiet, the closeness to nature, the evening light.  The corn is ready to be harvested and there is a mellowness in the air, the feeling that summer is over and now is the time for the earth to rest and contemplate.

corn bouquet

path two

white flowers

Its not often I like photographs taken of me but I had to include this self portrait.  This is me at my happiest, at one with nature.

girl on a straw bale

The Haywain

The Haywain

I visited Flatford Mill recently in Suffolk and stood on the spot where John Constable painted The Haywain.  Its changed a little since he was there but here is my photograph taken where he stood.  Elements still remain, and of course it still looks as beautiful today as it was back then.

Water is my Life

I am again drawn to water.  And, the sound, oh the soothing sound that it sings to us, drawing us close so that we may stand and stare.  Does it ever stand still?  Do we ever stand still?

Can it enlighten us?  What can it teach us?  Simplicity.  Be in the moment.  Do not think of the future, do not think of the past.  Live today.  When we realise this then we are close to enlightenment.  This is something that I must learn to do.  I am always thinking ahead, thinking of next week.  When I am in the garden, or out in nature, I often think of the tomorrow when everything goes back to sleep.  I must try and think of the moment.  Live the moment.  Enjoy what is in front of me, around me, free my mind of the tomorrows.  Be alive.

water is my life