Trip to the Park

I went to Brighton to meet a friend for coffee yesterday, we met at Preston Park. It’s only a few weeks since I was there but the change is immense. I really enjoyed walking around, talking to the flowers as I do ūüėČ

Summer has arrived in the UK this week and I’m loving it.

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A thirsty tree
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Running Water

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I took quite a few photos, some individual flowers I might use in posts but wanted to show you the beauty of my walk.

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Impression of a Flower

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The flower whispered in my ear,

it was so close to me.

Heard it speak inside my head,

it wished to help me see.

For flowers grow as they do,

flowers come from love.

The flower told me gently,

it came down from above.

To work with mother nature,

to show us how to live.

To remind us of our promise,

in life we have to give.

Relying on the rains that fall,

the sunshine in the sky.

The flower is our teacher here,

the flower doesn’t lie.

It shows us how to open up,

to let things fall away.

To bow our heads at nightfall,

to wait another day.

Flowers feed all sorts of bees,

teach us how to share.

Doesn’t hold onto its pollen,

to give yourself is to care.

The flowers isn’t afraid of death,

knows it will return.

Always being springs to see,

lots more here to learn.

The flowers think we’re stupid,

in a sort of kindly way.

Not knowing we’re connected,

really don’t have a say.

We keep returning to the earth,

we get it wrong again.

Don’t understand our lessons,

judge them just as pain.

We remember more as babies,

but forget so very soon.

Unlike the gentle flowers,

we loose it when we bloom. 

It gave me a strong impression,

that it wanted to help me see.

So I would write a poem right here,

on how flowers want us to be.

~

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The Constant Sun

The sun is always there, even when it’s behind a cloud or beyond the horizon it continues to shine. ¬†The sun has shined on us for many lifetimes, it is part of who we are, it watches over us, even in the darkest of times. It is constant, like the moon and stars, it lights the way for us.¬†

The sun gives us each day, warms and feeds us and allows us to see the beauty in the world, it connects us. In a divided world that is so often full of bitterness and hate there is only one sun, we can harness its power and energy, but we cannot own it.

We cannot divide the sun or control it, it is a power much greater than us. We are all at it’s mercy, the sun shines equally on everyone despite their creed, race or religion. The sun is our teacher however far away we are from learning its lessons..

Now look up at the sun, feel its warmth on your skin and tell me it’s not love.

 

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Catapult to the Future

I was catapulted from a cannon,

I’m heading into space,

the catapult was so right for me,

I leave without a trace.

I had walked along a tightrope,

threw skittles in the air,

balanced a ball upon my nose,

while standing on a chair.

The catapult is quick you see,

just sends me right away,

goodbyes are not necessary,

won’t go back another day.

I left the circus in the past,

didn’t much care for the place,

I’ll embrace the world from now,

without a painted face.

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The Field

Life is like walking barefooted across a field. Wild flowers spread out across the field in front of us, some in the sunshine and those under the tree. Each flower we come across is a different experience, a person we meet, a moment in time.

Each flower is a lesson, a message from the divine, a memory coming to the surface. We cannot possibly experience each and every flower, there are too many to encounter, some will be here next time we cross. 

Make the most of each flower you see on your way across the field, look closely at it, see how it shimmers in the sun, listen to it but do not pick it. As you reach the other side, take a deep breath, hold onto what you have learnt, it may be a while before you cross again.

~ Liza

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Manchester

I remember my first concert, special memories were made that night.

The children caught up in the terror attack in Manchester last night will carry very different memories and these memories will be carried throughout their lives. Some of these children will have been injured, some critically. Some would have witnessed death in the most devastating way, been carried or run from the building in absolute horror or found themselves in hospital. Families were split up, parents looking for children and children looking for their mums and dads, I think we all recogniser the horror of that. Some concert goers thought the noise was the loud bang of a balloon going off, there had been balloons in the show. Those that got away will always remember the day that death nearly stood next to them.

Concerts will never be the same, they will be full of memories, they will bring fear. As adults these children will not want to allow their own children the pleasures of attending a concert. Crowds will always hold a hidden threat, it could always happen again and this will be passed on through generations.

Memories were made last night, but not the memories they had hoped for. Some of these children will be traumatised for life, they will suffer terribly and their mental health will be damaged. The child that went to their first concert last night will carry that with them always, but not in the way they had hoped.

Love for the children caught up in the terror of Manchester last night, love for their families and anyone else that had loved ones caught up in the horror of the event. Love also for those that don’t understand me, may you never experience such devastating trauma yourself.

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