How long did the dream hold you.

It seemed real, but you were balancing

Everything on a tightrope.

What you needed was a bridge.

You’re still not sure how or when it started,

Perhaps that time when you gazed into

The stillness of a summer evening,

or heard the dawn chorus for the first time,

or when you knew that plants and trees were

communicating something to you and you felt

the presence of God that brought a peace beyond words,

for words cannot tell where words do not dwell.

Only then were you balanced

on the tightrope that had become a bridge and

the world pulsed with the love song of creation.

Angels sang of the wonders, trees told the story,

birds spread the message, rivers and oceans 

danced to the music of the spheres.

Water was filled with it. Tides carried it and

you remembered that what you had once perceived as

creations fragile balance, was bigger and stronger

than anything you could imagine.

The signs  of the Creator were everywhere.

Image taken from an original watercolour by Teri


Isn’t that what life is about, happiness, just being happy. Such a hard thing to prophesy to others and yet, such a simple thing to achieve, to have happy thoughts, to dwell on the happiness that we have all experienced in our lives.

I know there have been times of sorrow, despair, depression and despondency, but to give in is to lose ourselves.

I’m on a soapbox of “I have lost faith and trust in all that I thought was right and real and honest. It’s not. Not anymore

Now is the time to look to the simplicity and wonder that we held in childhood, when the world was, as Del Boy famously said, our lobster.

Smile, laugh and be happy, otherwise, it’s all over.

Making Choices

Sophia Said, go out to play. Follow your imagination and the day was filled with expectation

A Chosen Path

I walk / jog along soaked and muddied paths in Johnstown Castle Gardens. Moorhens dive and disappear in the lake, re-appearing further along as if by magic. It’s raining hard and even though my trainers are not waterproof, I walk right through the middle of flooded paths, like a child out to play. It’s only water after all. I can get dry later, so will my jeans, trainers, jacket. hat and gloves, all soaked, but I am alive, exhilarated and fully intent on making the best of what God has in store for me. Perhaps I will invest in a new pair of walking shoes / boots and waterproof coat, when to wear them would still be my choice to make.

After waling around two of the three lakes, I need coffee. The cafeteria is bright and warm, people sit at tables drinking and eating while I, bedraggled and gloriously wet, think of pushing boundaries of comfort zones. Happy new Year to you all.