At different ages and during different times we hang from the same branches, we are as young and vibrant and as mature as those that went before us.
~ Liza
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Nature Lessons 353
Those beautiful colours of youth soften with age, yet they remain as eternally beautiful to the eye that sees
~ Liza
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The Neighbours
I love my new neighbours, such a beautiful family.
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Along the Canal
I’ve moved again, I’m in Kent now for a while. I live by the sea and can see it from the window on waking but behind the apartment block is The Royal Military Canal that runs for a few miles down to the local village of Hythe and way beyond.
The canal was built as a defence against the french invasion in the 1800’s, lots can be read about it but I want to show you some of its beauty. I love to walk along the canal and back each day and it’s a good way of getting my recommended 10,000 steps.
The canal runs parallel to the sea, so sometimes I’ll take the costal path one way and the canal the other.
So now you know where I am and what I’ve been up to 🙂
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The Rain
Today, the rain is relentless, I believe it might go on forever looking out of the window. It immobilises me, I’m stuck, I’m thoughtful, it brings all of my emotions to the surface.
It’s funny, how in nature flowers close as if protecting their hearts from the onslaught, while at the same time needing the rain to grow. I look out at the rain and want to cry, or at least it brings up emotions.
I look at the balcony outside of my window and notice that it’s been cleaned of dust, the leaves on the plants look fresh and webs have been washed away. It reminds me that we need storms in life.
The rain,
laughing at me through the window,
as loudly,
it taunts me.
It pours,
like the tears running from my eyes,
as heavily,
they fall.
A crash,
thundering like my broken heart,
as flashes,
light the sky.
I feel,
that pain will be cleansed by the storm,
and life,
is restored.
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Shallow Me
Sometimes I think I am far too shallow to really get a grasp of anything beyond myself, at others I feel I’m nearing a clearing in my mind and remembering something I always knew.
I hang onto it for moments, maybe longer but then my chattering mind pops back sending me along another thought pattern. We are in a constant fight with ego, ego that’s helpful and ego that’s destructive to our growth. Ego doesn’t really want us to recognise that it’s not the be all and end all.
That’s why it’s difficult to get out of the woods sometimes, stand at the side of the forest and see things from another perspective. I remember when I was lost on that mountain in Ibiza, there were so many different trails, so many potential ways out, so many dead ends. A bit like making sense of life I thought, even in my delirious and dehydrated state!
Anyway my attempt at a shallow poem…
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In the shallowness of being,
I wonder through the woods.
Not noticing the pointers,
a winding path of falsehood.
The way ahead is so tangled,
much too thick to see my way.
Determined for a moment,
but these convictions sway.
Then treading shallow water,
though the bottom can’t be seen.
I see a clearing in the trees,
don’t let this be a dream.
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Can You?
Can you harmonise with natures song,
do you find you are in tune.
With those colours that surround you,
are you coming into bloom.
Are you well placed in the painting,
between wonderous earth and sky.
Do you sit beside a running brook,
or join those birds that fly.
Are your actions matched in harmony,
with words that leave your lips.
Are you satisfied in natures arms,
without that social fix.
Can you recognise the fragrance ,
do you have a natural scent.
Do you save the picture in your mind,
after your time is spent.
Can you manage being on your own,
can you say yes to the above.
Because if you harmonise like this,
you harmonize with love.
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Fragrance and Harmonise
Too late for yesterdays prompt, so added todays as I finished the poem 🙂
The Gate
There is a gate just up ahead,
a gate we might pass through.
A gate that leads to awakening,
understanding of what we do.
The gate is by no means simple,
it’s quite intricate in every way.
It’s not a case of just opening it,
only opening on the right day.
The day we see the golden key,
knowing how it fits in the lock.
We don’t just stumble upon a key,
but find it by taking stock.
The gate then opens itself out wide,
but will we walk on through.
As once we make a decision to go,
we must live a life that is true.
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Is it Edible
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.
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 😉
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Savouring the Moment
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 😊
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