Life has taken me down a few unexpected roads over the last couple of months but im thankful that I am still able to enjoy Peak District scenes like this one. So much of life in the Peaks looks like an artist is displaying his work on a huge life size canvas and I love…
Thoughts
Hope is a Hedgehog
What fills you with hope as you go through your day? I know for me it's often a beautiful, unexpected flower, an awe inspiring sunset or rainbow, or a flock of birds flying across a clear blue sky. For the Emily Dickinson lovers among us we would have read that 'Hope is the thing…
Daisy.
Don't you think they are just the friendliest flowers.
A sad country heart.
For the last couple of months I have been quiet. Silent Sundays have given my blog a little life, but in truth I have been struggling to write, to know what to say or how to say it, or whether indeed I should say anything at all. I have however found so much friendship on…
Silent Sunday.
Lamb love.
I couldnt resist sharing some of the photos I've taken of lambs cosying up to each other. Im sure just like me, you are longing once again to relish in the freedom of hugging friends and family members, that you have had to distance yourself from over the last couple of months. Human touch is…
Silent Sunday.
Hope.
Do you find comfort at times in your own creations and writing? I smile to myself when I find strength from a past post or poem. I thought I would re-post this today as I needed to read it and maybe it will bring hope to others too.
When life is tough And all is dark And the tunnels end is out of sight, And days are endless and minutes as hours tick slowly by as a fretful night. Make hope your friend. When love is lost and grief weighs down and tears like raindrops fall from the heart, and the moments on waking are too much to bare and your faced with a day that has no start. Make hope your friend. Hope is the buoy that keeps you afloat that steers your ship through the roughest of storms, the northern star and guiding light the unseen blanket keeping you warm. The upholder of dreams the strength to move on the path to a future when none can be seen, an acceptance of now knowing change will come And flowers will blossom where thorns had once been Hope. By Alison Fielding.
Silent Sunday.
