Wintertime Magic

Frosty cold air and silvery frosting on the trees lets us know that winter is here. A glance out the window to see the bright morning sun and to greet the day. Jack Frost’s tantalising art on the windows tells us there is a long season ahead, and it’s time to get ready for the day ahead. Put on the kettle for a hot cup of tea and make some breakfast while trying to stay warm.

Remembering childhood winters and the walk to school where dreams of afternoon play was the main train of thought. Hot chocolate awaits as we arrive home in the late afternoon and puts a warm glow on our cheeks. Sitting by the fire warming our toes feeling happy and content, savouring the moment and watching tv with exquisite delight. 

Now childhood is over, and the focus is now facing the working day ahead; but still taking time to enjoy the beautiful things that winter provides. The crisp golden leaves falling from trees, the red berries shining and new. Shimmering frost on the grass in the early morning sunlight and the nip of cold air. Wintertime treasure in every moment outdoors as Jack Frost leaves his calling card for us to admire on a brisk cold morning. Then the sun shines on the beautiful day and melts the frost away, with a clear blue sky radiating over us to begin the day. 

Mother nature’s beauty is a wondrous gift; with every season’s creation there is something to celebrate. The ever changing landscape and the sky responds likewise with its own colourful creation to complement what is below. The seasons are a feast for the senses if you take time to observe quietly; nature’s treasures, be that in the garden, the streets or the countryside. There is such wonder and beauty, in the life force called nature in all its glory. 

After the long summer has gone, we long for our cozy jumpers and scarves, embracing the chilly weather once again. Our favourite jumpers, our warm coats that offer comfort and warmth, there’s something about them that gives us pleasure as we head outdoors. Perhaps it’s the memories of childhood stirring our hearts in subtle ways. Our inner child delights in the simple pleasures of seasons and what possible joys may come in the unexpected moments. Embrace the possibilities and the magic that the day brings forth. It never repeats itself, so take what is offered and enjoy the moment. Hold the memories and the feelings that you experience and look back fondly; at the simple joy in feeling alive.

 After a day of meaningful work, the daylight starts to fade, and a winter’s golden sunlight bathes your soul. Like a beautiful dream until at last night falls and it’s the light indoors that beckons us. Snuggling up after dinner and resting weary yet cozy, as the day closes we head to our bed, pre-warmed by the electric blanket, just perfect on a cold winter night. Enjoying the comfort and warmth that we delight in when winter comes. 

There is beauty in rain

 The sky darkens with heavy clouds, the air is heavy and a stillness abound, The senses are tingling as the tender delight of a downpour of rain; and the fragrant delight of a garden refreshed with a blessing from Mother Nature. The forests revived from the dry dusty terrain, reinvigorating the trees and the shrubs below. The smell of the gum leaves;  the song of the birds up high in the trees, the joy of refreshment in every breeze. There’s nothing quite like the sheer beauty of rain, it livens the senses and brings out your cheer of the goodness of Mother Nature that we hold dear. 

There’s nothing like visions of rain falling on trees and flowers, the lush green grass that’s refreshed by the rain. Everything sparkles anew with every drop, the blessings of rain drops that linger on petals and leaves enhancing their beauty. There’s nothing quite sounds of raindrops on the roof, battering on windows and cascading down the pane. Whether sitting inside watching nature’s show or sheltering outdoors in the wonder of nature. 

There is great beauty in rain, the ever changing skies and the backdrop of nature’s landscape below. An impressive display of Mother Nature’s talent as an artist with an ever changing landscape with sight, sound and smell. Fragrances delight my heightened senses and the atmosphere is alive with energy abound all thanks to the rain drops that enchant me and inspire me. And imagination takes flight, inspired to dream of a magical world where nature is queen.

The rain stops and with the parting of clouds out comes the sun. Blessing us once more, reminding us with a dazzling rainbow that natures supreme. The sun shares its beauty and warmth on all that it sees and beholding the vision of beauty that Mother Nature created, I am humbled and grateful for what gift nature has given me . The gift of love and appreciation of her great creation, a vision of great beauty and grace and something to hold onto when life gets me down. I turn to nature and see the joy and beauty in all of creation. The humble flower and the great trees above the sky that supports all life with the warmth of the sunshine and the blessings of rain that reminds me of everlasting life and its cycle, to appreciate the serenity of nature in all its glory. Of the simple things that make life so worthwhile if spent in the wonders of nature away from the darkness of the world. Kn owing that there is better in harmony than discord and the weather is a tonic to the ills of mankind. It replenishes the soul when all hope fails, I always return to nature as my saviour in life knowing that Mother Nature knows best. 

When the bombs start to fall

 When the bombs start to fall, life changes in an instant.

No longer are we concerned with the everyday things that are all gone in an instant.

When the bombs start to fall we question life and its meaning. Not where we come from and not who we are. But for humanity, in an instant mourns lives gone by, no longer safe in our homes, no where to run to. 

Not like in days gone by, there are no air raid shelters and often no warning. Just hunker down and pray for the nightmare to stop. We didn’t ask for this to happen, you and I; the ordinary person in the street. We have no stake in the game. 

We are an afterthought of those who did the deed, what price do they put on humanity, and what lies will they tell. History will judge them and the times will not be free, of the innocence of children who died so that we may be free. Freedom is paid in the blood of innocence that was never, ever free. Only enslaved in the nightmare on earth that never takes a break. 

Farewell to the innocent, the honest and the true. Their freedom; the battle cry destroys, the power hungry men that divide a nation and a world will be remembered longer than the cries of children in terror; and in tears calling for their mothers. Only a wretched silence prevails to calm the cries of children taken from this world. Tomorrow there is sadness, tomorrow there is pain, to shift the sorrow before the bombs return again. 

How often must we repeat this before humanity gains its senses, that violence is not the answer, tis only a reminder of the darkness that lingers deep within the psyche that nature can’t erase. Not until the final call of heaven will this evil rage be tamed. To subjugate the souls was never in the game, until Satan sent his army down to scare us into doing his bidding to liven up the game. Only when his apostles finally are aroused to the calling of the righteous call will evil turn around and flee like a coward when the final call is sound. The dawning of the new life we must take it in our stride but never will we follow that blasted Satan’s pride. 

I leave you now to think again about the meaning of humanity and leading a spiritual life. Not in the sermons nor in the chalice of life, but in the Holy Spirit that dwells within your wife. She is the saviour of the creator that values all that is dear. She knows the pain and suffering of all that she holds dear. She is the mother, she is the wife that gives you love and courage to get you through your life. So spare a thought for the woman that is always by your side, be she wife or mother she will stand by you for life. 

Farewell to the bombs that cannot penetrate the love of a mother’s heart. A soul that bears the cross of losing her beloved to a war that has no cause, other than the monsters that make you die upon the cross. 

Regardless of you culture or your creed, take the time to thank your mother for the care she gave you before you lose your life. I leave you now to ponder the meaning of your life, sadly too many will pay the dreadful price to Satan’s minions for taking up his cause, destroying humanity for all its sacred life. No more will we be cursed by this evil wretched creature when the light bursts through, and the victory of spirit finally takes its place to dwell within humanity it rightful resting place. 

Go now and live in peace and show humanity what it means to be human beings and living truly in spiritually honest grace.

Summer is here

 Warm lazy mornings, with the sweet smell of summer in the air, the buzzing of insects hovering around flowers. Rays of sunshine illuminate flowers in a garden so fine, dew on the grass because morning has come. Bring on the sunshine to bless the new day. A day to relax and take in the morning’s leisurely pace, no need to rush, let’s lighten the pace. Summer is here and it’s time to relax be you child or adult, sit down in the garden and dream. 

Enjoying the sunshine knowing there’s nothing but time on your hands, to watch nature unfold her beauty for you to behold. Like a magical gift that never repeats, each day is different from the day before. Senses attuned to the presence of the spirit of nature as she graces your soul. As a new flower unfolds, natures gifts are yours to behold. Ladybugs on flowers so delicate, enchanting the senses as they blow with butterflies on the breeze. 

As one drifts off to sleep in the morning sunlight with imagination stirring, one’s mind poetry comes alive. Nature sprites dance with enchanting beauty and beckon you hither, join them in merriment, for the day is anew. Let Mother Nature inspire you to enjoy the blessings of  respite, in the garden knowing that a summer morning is time to relax, no chores to do. So sit down and let summer’s enchantment unfold upon you. 

Autumn

 As summer’s glow begins to fade into a distant light, the warmth of the sun dims at night. As colder nights are drawing in, we snuggle inside our cosy homes, thinking of what tomorrow might bring.

Golden skies and chimney smoke mingle once more, as the winter beckons close.

Goodbye summer flowers and blossoms, hello to golden leaves.

Hello to pleasant walks amongst the autumn leaves. 

Early morning has a nip in the air, just to remind us that autumn is here.

The smell of chimney smoke mingled with childhood memories of long ago. Watching warm breath meet the cold morning air and a nostalgic longing for times long ago. Of laughter and adventure, of long walks home and a warm cup of tea. A warm smiling face to greet us and a feeling of love, to warm our hearts. 

All this and more remind us that Autumn is here.