I missed the daffodils this year. A whole month slipped by As I walked with my head down, My thoughts in other places. I missed the daffodils this year. A whole month locked in a room Because I needed to study My head in grammar books. I missed the daffodils this year. A…Read more I missed the daffodils
Last summer, I went to Odense in Denmark. Odense is the birthplace of Han Christian Anderson, the great storyteller. I was fortunate enough to visit the house where he was born - a tiny little place, with a few bare rooms. Hanging on one of the walls was an inventory of the possessions of his…Read more How to value the things you have?
On Picking Up a Paintbrush The bristles were dipped with care into azure blue. Cobalt paint rolled an ocean wild, untamed And this landlocked soul began to play. A memory surfaced with recognisable hue. Exhilaration slipped its eternal, anchor chain, Freedom untied its moorings and cast off. Over crisp, white paper, the brush strokes launched.…Read more Are you struggling with the need to Conform?
March 2019 Hello there, Spring here. Winter has decided not to be bothered this year. Poor thing, worn out dumping snow on Austria. So I thought I'd come early! I hope you don't mind? Kind regards Spring March 2018 Waltzing with wispy, willow trees The bitter east wind does as it, please. The wilful winter…Read more Spring, You’re early?!
Clean, pristine A city of analysed dreams Music the pulse through its elegant veins Grandeur a habit defined and ingrained Politics roasted and blended to the taste Of the varied inhabitants of this melting pot place. My heart is definitely for the natural world. Take me out into the countryside, into a woodland, or along…Read more 5 Minutes in a City
On still days, The Sea laps the shores of humanity Quietly soothing hearts And whispering That it needs no permission To arrive, or leave. It was a surprising weather window, or so I am told by our AirB&B host as we arrived at our long weekend accommodation fresh…Read more 5 Minutes by the Sea
The sun turned my head While my eyes were cast down Picking my feet over steep, muddy ground. The bland, bleached bark Of the thin beech trees Illuminated by the golden beams. I read a report this week in the Journal of Positive Psychology. Researchers at the University of Regina, Canada showed that spending…Read more 5 Mins in Nature