As If It Belongs To him

Morning sojourn,

a single gull on the water,

touching home.
Continue reading

Posted in Life, Love and the Universe | Tagged , , | 4 Comments

Angel

9pm. The tide creeps slowly in.A seagull flies overhead. The helicopter returns, sees me here, sitting on this rock.Like an angel come to see if I’m alright, I’ll be alright, It tilts in acknowledgement, so low above, then returns to it’s watchful duty over the estuary, returning over and over like an old friend. 

Posted in Life, Love and the Universe | 10 Comments

A New Horizon

Masked Native

boat on gold

Hold fast to the tiller,

to Gods of wind and waves.

Through storms and dreams,

through heartbeat of wings

that arc and swoop and cry for land.

Art © 2014 TCFlynn @ Masked Native

In response to ivonprefontaine blog post, TakingThe Helm, I am making a return to WordPress with this updated post. With thanks for his word prompt Adrift and look forward to catching up with my WordPress friends again.

View original post

Posted in Life, Love and the Universe | 7 Comments

Gossamer Wings

seagulls flight border copy 2.22 exposure

Watching Seagulls drifting air currents, my arms stretched wide.

Muscles soft, mind adrift.

Tracing patterns with gossamer wings.

Posted in Life, Love and the Universe | 15 Comments

Solstice Song

 

Shape shifting

The Winter Solstice brings more wind, more rain.

A single bird sings with many voices in the Holly tree.

The song is vibrant, clear, urgent. I long to understand its message,

but all I can hear is joy, all I can see is the Holly Tree,

singing to the wind and rain.

.

Posted in Life, Love and the Universe | 19 Comments

Grey Heron Nights 1: Old Crane Woman’s Winter Nest

Posted in Life, Love and the Universe | Leave a comment

With Better Eyes

 

Water 1.jpg

 

 

It’s about colour,

simply and wonderfully

ignoring distractions,

absorbing,

like water aware of rising and falling,

aware of the observer,

seeing with different eyes.

 

Posted in Life, Love and the Universe | Tagged , , , | 22 Comments

On The Wings Of Peace

 

 

Mike's card for world peace0002

 

During the 1980’s, Mike Bryant created a Peace card. He hoped that by sending it to friends and relatives, they would sign it and re-post, and a chain of Peace would spread around the world. I have to admit that I never got around to sending on the card. I wish I had, but as Mother Earth heaves with sadness, and her people are drowning in sorrow and grief, I offer this Peace chain, to join with other Peace chains along the way. With today’s technology words travel further and faster. Taking up the sword is not the answer. Peace is the answer.

 
hummingbird circled

 

 

Image of world globe from original card by Mike Bryant

Wings of Peace is author’s own.

Posted in Life, Love and the Universe | Tagged , , , , | 38 Comments

945. Darkness has befallen the beautiful city of lights. Let us pray…

Sacred Touches

I am heartbroken tonight at what has happened in Paris. I pray that the Lord would comfort the families of those who have been senselessly slaughtered or wounded, that He would heal the wounded and return them to health and wholeness, that He would protect all the responders who are trying to bring an end to the carnage and care for the victims, that He would give leaders, authorities, and enforcers the strength and fortitude to face what lies ahead in the days to come, and that He would put His hand of blessing and safekeeping over Paris, all its citizenry, and the entire country of France. May there be no more heinous crimes against humanity therein. In Jesus’ name! Amen!

So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with…

View original post 8 more words

Posted in Life, Love and the Universe | 1 Comment

Irish Poem of the Week: The Mayo Tao by Derek Mahon

Strive for simplicity

Top of the Tent

The Mayo Tao

I have abandoned the dream kitchens for a low fire
and a prescriptive literature of the spirit;
a storm snores on the desolate sea.
The nearest shop is four miles away –
when I walk there through the shambles
of the morning for tea and firelighters
the mountain paces me in a snow-lit silence.
My days are spent in conversation
with deer and blackbirds;
at night fox and badger gather at my door.
I have stood for hours
watching a salmon doze in the tea-gold dark,
for months listening to the sob story
of a stone in the road, the best,
most monotonous sob story I have ever heard.

I am an expert on frost crystals
and the silence of crickets, a confidant
of the stinking shore, the stars in the mud –
there is an immanence in these things
which drives me, despite my scepticism,
almost…

View original post 411 more words

Posted in Life, Love and the Universe | 9 Comments