Thursday 31 October 2013

ᐰᐱ four hours by train

last week I went to spend time with my sister
she lives in one of the most breathtaking 
places we have in England
I will never tire of slate walls
dry stone, lichen and ferns
one day we set off in search of this gravestone
I read recently that Schwitters had died in Kendal
and he was buried in Ambleside
although he was exhumed in the 70's 
and buried in his hometown
his gravestone remains in his last living place
this curious little house is not where he lived
but is owned by the National Trust
thought to have been an apple store
now an information centre
a short drive from there 
we visited Dove Cottage which was 
William Wordsworth's house
at Grasmere
"the loveliest spot that man hath ever found"
he rested his notebooks on the arm of this chair
considering desks "an abomination"
most of his works were transcribed by his wife Dorothy
her garden was her love
her own journals full of plans 
and notes 
the Lakes really do Autumn in spectacular colour
even on the dullest days
the sun did appear on my last full day
in time for a hearty brunch at Kitridding Farm
a stroll around the lake
dodging sheep and smiling at the rubber duck
floating aside the real ones
there's layers of history and inspiration
in those hills, helms and scars
poet, writers and artists have known it for centuries

Tuesday 8 October 2013

Ж of trees and bright skies

I'm still blending in
but looking up
And when I awoke, I was alone, 
this bird had flown 
So I lit a fire, isn't it good
 Norwegian wood 

Wednesday 2 October 2013

☯ time for change

last month
we dropped my girl off at University
tears with fear of the unknown
anticipation at adventures to come

our home is different without her
my role as Mama has a new meaning

we had never been apart for more than 7 days
my life revolving around her needs
she has flown and settled into a new chapter
and so must I
and I will in my own time

just busy yourself doing what you most want, 
among the choices now before you, 
and before long your life's purpose will find you

I took at trip to my friend Suzie's
her family always make me so so welcome
and who can resist an invitation to absorb
the beautiful light of Southern France?
olive groves
 picnics by the lake
 layers of light and colour

rickety roofs
and washing lines to gladden my heart