Spring cleaning

Spring cleaning

 Do you ever have a day when the energy of the season sweeps right through you, carrying you with it?Such a day happened earlier this week. The sky was clear, the day warm, the tide high and the air singing a song of change.  I began to clean and to clear....
Spring birth

Spring birth

I am so lucky to have been born just as spring was gathering her skirts, ready to leap and dance. Yesterday was a great celebration of my birthday.I want to share my spring bouquets with you: first begonias, looking as if they would burst out of their container with...
A flotilla sails by

A flotilla sails by

 It was raining the day that little Miss Bangles came to visit. Never mind, I’d just brought back a treasure box after my breakaway trip to the bach. She wanted to explore and unpack every bag. First the bleached mussel shells . . .  Then the bag of...
Breakaway Day

Breakaway Day

 Do you ever yearn to break out, get away from it all, find wide open spaces where you can breathe freely and leave behind everything that has been clamouring to be done?  Today was such a day for me. I knew I had to head west.To do so I first had to break...
Seeking brightness

Seeking brightness

 What’s the use of sitting at a computer, revising chapter eight of my book, when I feel my energy flagging? Post-viral fatigue is wrapping around me like a musty old jacket. There’s only one solution. Get outside into the morning sun. Seek out...
Yum!

Yum!

 When you are four, and you’ve discovered a little box of biscuit cutters in your toy box, well of course you want to try them out. So you make your grandmother promise. And of course she says yes. Because she has a sweet place in her heart that melts when...
Brigid, Brigid, won’t you come in?

Brigid, Brigid, won’t you come in?

Brigid, (Imbolc) fell on August 2—halfway between winter solstice and spring equinox. I always love this festival because it signals the return of spring, and marks a quickening of energy. Brigid was the Celtic goddess of fire and inspiration. In my book, Celebrating...
My friend

My friend

We met on the equator. No land was in sight. Yet the crew of ‘The Fairsea’ knew exactly when we were to ‘cross the line’ and held a ceremony to mark the moment. That’s when I saw her, a beautiful young bride, dancing with her new husband....