July 2017 – Page 2 – lizalizaskysaregrey

Is it Edible

July 17, 2017July 17, 2017 lizaaitken

I went down on the beach again to read a book. I was accompanied by a couple of crows, a change from the usual seagulls.

I was eating a pack of almonds, so threw a couple for them to see if they would eat them.

With his Mate, who didn’t get a look in with the Almond

It was quite funny watching them and they kept me company for the rest of the afternoon. It might have looked a bit weird me being guarded by a couple of crows but I’m not one to care. I’m not sure if crows usually eat almonds, but they appeared to find these edible enough 😉

Nature Lessons 352

July 17, 2017July 17, 2017 lizaaitken

The best of friends are not always to be found in the foreground, they often hang a little behind to cushion any blow should we need them to.

~ Liza

Savouring the Moment

July 17, 2017 lizaaitken

Walking out to the beach I was disappointed to see the tide was in, not only was it in, it was still climbing. I knew this would be the case but came anyway, hoping the very reliable tide time tables were wrong. You see, I just love low tide, love to walk along the shore, through the sand and rock pools just being, the silence and stillness the low tide brings sooths my soul, it slows my breath and allows me to be. The vast expanse of beach provides a sense of freedom I can’t find anywhere else.

I savour each moment on the beach when the tide is out, I walk across sand that was hidden under the sea, I pad through the land of sea creatures. I am in Poseidons territory and yet he cannot claim me for his own as I walk across sand.

You get it, I was disappointed. I sat down on the pebbles and looked at the sea, waves crashing towards me. Closer and closer they came, beckoning me, teasing me. The foam of each wave, like lace, covering the shingle, pebbles sparkling like jewels as it once again subsided. The sea, I felt was dressing the land for the occasion.

I sat and watched, immersed myself in the event and thought about integration, pondered on the blending of opposites. Nature teaches us so much, everything we look to in nature has a different message.

If we spend our lives doing the same thing again and again, we miss out on expanding our minds, we miss moments that are extraordinary. Sometimes it’s right to look at things a different way, shift our perspective a little.

As the sea came closer and closer, I watched the pebbles, once dried from the sun disappear into the sea, only to remain as a memory. A piece of seaweed rolled on the tide to land by my feet, a final bow on the costume.

No longer disappointed I left for home, realising as I did, that each moment teaches us something new, to savour each and every one of them.

Life happens when we are waiting for something else, if we don’t experience each moment, we might miss out. We might be so preoccupied with one thing that we miss everything else.

Isn’t nature a wonderful teacher 😊

How I Savour You

July 16, 2017 lizaaitken

A smell that once adorned you,

sweetness to your skin,

I dream and see your silhouette,

a tapered waist so thin.

The sparkles in your eyes,

in pools of the deepest blue.

These memories I keep nearby,

it is how I savour you.

The moments we had together,

the laughter and the pain.

I keep them with my treasures,

as they won’t come again.

With all my senses I remember,

in my dreams you visit too.

Flashes of you so close to me,

it is how I savour you.

Savor / Savour

Wild Flowers

July 16, 2017 lizaaitken

To save the bee’s, well those they can anyway, the local park has planted a patch of wild flowers. They are quite breathtaking, the bee’s appear to be enjoying them too.

I’m so lucky, living in a heavily populated place such as the South of England, but still having access to nature in towns and cities in parks.

Finding my Moxie

July 16, 2017 lizaaitken

I’ve reached a place in time that’s right,

I’ve found myself at long last.

A place I speak up for what I believe in,

didn’t always do it in the past.

Took an age for me to find my moxie,

to not to keep it all under a lid.

To only agree with what society said,

would you believe I once did.

Now I’m as bold as brass, determined too,

I won’t take anyones shit.

If Moxie is what you call it now days,

I’ll wear the cap and say it fits.

I’m determined to get my point across,

I barge my way to the front.

But I’m eloquent with the words I use,

I do my best not to confront.

Moxie

Energy of Nature

July 15, 2017 lizaaitken

Can you see love and the energy of nature in these shots? I know it’s just the sunlight, but it really does speak to me.

It speaks of connection to everything, universal flow, of blending and becoming one and above all life.

~ Liza

I always associate green with love and creativity, look at those leaves.

lizalizaskysaregrey@2017

Nature Lessons 351

July 15, 2017 lizaaitken

When we only look at the external we are not really seeing the true being.

Look at the flower, beautiful as it’s bloom may be, it cannot stand without the roots, the love that flows through the stem and leaves that balance.

We are more than just the face, the body around us, we are what runs within, holds us up and everything that has ever happened to us.

~ Liza

Nature Lessons 350

July 15, 2017 lizaaitken

Let your heart be the resting place for the weary.

~ Liza

Beautiful Stuff

July 12, 2017July 12, 2017 lizaaitken

I look over at the oriental lilies, they’ve not opened yet, but I know when they do they will be beautiful. The aroma will flow through my home and they will look glorious in the tall glass vase in which they stand. I look around my home and see all the beautiful things around me, I love beauty, it doesn’t have to be anything of value, it just has to speak to me. My mum used to say, and I think someone said it before her, ‘only keep the things around you that are beautiful’, I agree, I can let anything else go.

My idea of beauty will probably be totally different to anyone elses. I love rich colour, I have an old oriental rug across the middle of the room in deepest reds, tapestry cushions, wood, photos of beautiful people I love and paintings that speak to me. I like paintings, or prints as most of them are of dancers and women. I like reminders of places that are special, like the prints I have of Brighton, Richmond and Montmartre.

I collect memories, silly things like pebbles from beaches, notes from friends and family heirlooms and mirrors, I love mirrors and crystals too. I have plenty of candles, I never have a main light on and I just love my kitchen, implements and an array of ingredients. I like good linens and crisp white towels. I believe I make a nice home, I’m happy in my home, it describes me well.

But it’s stuff isn’t it, just stuff. I might find it beautiful, others might, but one day I’ll get up and leave it all behind. One day I’ll walk out of here and leave my body behind me too.

I intend to get over my attachment to things one day, one day I’ll have no choice. In the mean time, which I hope will go on for quite a while, I’m letting things go. I live much more minimally than I did, I want to get better. Because you see, one day after I’ve gone. Maybe after they bury or cremate me, I don’t want anyone else to have to worry about my beautiful things and what to do with them.