Month: September 2016

The Witch in the Woods

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Walking through the woodland, I felt I was not alone,

I had the strangest feeling, of walking through a home.

But who would live in forests, deep within these trees,

a cold wind blew right through, it wasn’t make believe.

Oh yes, there’s tales of witches here, that was years ago,

would they still be in these trees, I really didn’t know.

I pulled my coat tight round me, quickened up my pace,

I hadn’t thought a nature walk would turn into a race.

As I left the forests depths, I turned once more around,

and carved into the boulder, a witches face I found.

Now that I am safe and warm, I’m trying hard to see,

What a witch would really want, with silly little me.

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Yesterday I went on a nature walk, I wasn’t alone, I was with a friend.  It was a beautiful place in Sussex , Lake Wood.  We had a lovely afternoon walking around.  The place was fabulous, woods, a lake, amazing boulders, stairways, caves and tunnels.  We took some great photos  which I’m sure I will be posting at some point.

We both said it felt a bit spooky, the tunnels and caves had markings engraved, pentacles and the like but we kept on and enjoyed our walk.

Later that evening on telling a friend we had visited these woods, he told us it was supposed to be haunted by a witch who would chase you out of the woods, we laughed and  joked we were lucky to have escaped.

Now is it my very far fetched imagination, or can you also see a woman running towards me on the rock in the photos!

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Daily Prompt: Panic

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‘Don’t trouble trouble until trouble troubles you’

I don’t know who said that but I like it, who invites trouble in, that would be just ridiculous.

I don’t think I panic now, I’ve spent a lifetime panicking but on seeing the word for today’s prompt, my mind went blank, when was the last time I panicked?  I honestly can’t remember.

I think maybe like blushing, panicking goes with age.  We realise that nothing is the end of the world and if it is we won’t have to worry about it.  I do think about ‘what if’s’ but in a more leisurely way now.   Often the things we panic about are those difficult times, challenges and painful episodes but are they not just here to teach us?

When we have experienced a few of life’s ups and downs we become more able to understand and accept that things are not always going to go to plan.  Then if we think about some of the things that we have panicked over and compare them to real life tragedies well it really puts things into perspective don’t you think.

My mum was a terrible worrier and it made me realise that worry or not if somethings going to happen then it will. ‘Worry is what worry does’ and worrying makes you ill, stress and worry have a direct impact on our health.

Maybe I live a blessed life, I could imagine circumstances where I might panic, being on a sinking ship, falling plane or in a car without breaks, if your staring death in the eye and it was unexpected then I would imagine panic might set in.  Apart from that I’m pretty panic free.

The flip side of not panicking is that I tend to ignore things, put my head in the sand, now that is something to worry about!

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Panic – DP

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I’m feeling somewhat fragile, my mind is in a spin.

I’m walking on a knife edge, where did it begin.

With my nerves in tiny pieces, trembling as I go.

Don’t tell me not to panic, I’m highly strung you know.

What if it really happens, where will we be then.

Don’t patronize me,  I don’t want to count to ten.

Your not helping in the slightest, you might as well go home.

Oh, just you wait a moment, while I get the phone.

It’s okay, panics over, they got there safe and sound.

What do you mean you told me, I never heard a sound.

Now that it is really over, let us share some time.

I will cook the dinner and you can pour the wine 😉

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The Setting Sun

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As I sit here in the autumn sun,

I compare it to my life.

It’s weaker now and gentle,

no longer shines as bright.

It strokes my arm with tender care,

with warmth it touches me.

That it joined me on my journey,

is plain for all to see.

It’s dimmer now but just as true,

its rays are full of love.

As it sets, before it dies,

it paints joy in skies above.


Gift to the Rose

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Take any rose and look some more,

you’ll see that it is made up of four.

The head, the stem, then leaves and thorns,

each of these a rose adorns.

Her head the beauty pulls us in,

 thorns so pointed, protecting kin.

The stem she has such a vital task,

to feed the flower so long it may last.

Leaves capturing the light as energy,

assist the plant so she can breath.

And then the roots that we can’t see,

anchoring her in so she can be seen.

Look again when a rose you see,

 generous friends so she can just be. 

Capacity to Think

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As humans are we any better,

than say, your cat or dog,

does our thinking brain and mind,

not just create a fog.

Does it not cause obstacles,

prevent us from the task,

pondering on the end result,

why do we have to ask.

Is a capacity to think destructive,

messing intuition,

hindering what we truly know,

altering our mission.

Is an animal superior,

intuitively just knowing,

living in the moment, 

no worry where it’s going.

 

I wrote this quickly for fun, but it was something I was pondering on as I’m inclined to do.  I sometimes think my mind an obstacle to reaching my true intuitive self.  Sometimes I go round and round the houses thinking about something, trying to make up my mind, weighing up the pro’s and cons and end up back at my first intuitive response.

Interested in your thoughts 🙂

 

 

 

Jumping for Joy!

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I’m jumping for joy today because of you.  Today I get notification I have 500+ followers and I find it amazing.  I feel very humble actually because like a lot of writers I don’t rate myself.  Your support, likes and comments mean so much to much to me.  I’ve made friends too, I feel like I know some of you, it’s a great feeling.

I started this blog a few years back and wrote a few stories when I was coming to terms with mum’s illness, it helped me process what was going on and helped me make sense of my emotions.  I was never a serious blogger and let it go shortly after her death.  I don’t think I could have written then if I wanted to, I was exhausted and didn’t have anything left in me.  I started writing again this year and it seams I can’t stop, I love it.  I wake in the night thinking of ideas, I check out WP on waking and last thing at night.

I love to read your posts and see such wonderful photography and art.  You make me think, pause, laugh, cry and cook all in the space of a day!

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

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Daily Prompt – JUMP