Love Alison x
Silent sunday
Silent sunday
‘Simology’
Driving back to the Peak district today after a day spent enjoying Arlos' company and being the best Nonna I could be, I was aware of how my body began to relax as I got my first sighting of those wonderful green hills. It was as if all my problems and worries started to ebb…
‘Twit twoo’
From the day I moved to the Peak District, seeing an owl was on my list of most hoped for sightings. I dont think ive ever seen one other than in captivity. Im sure you can imagine my excitement when i saw these two 'Little Owls' cosied up next to one another and clearly very…
How did you get there?
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…
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.
Silent Sunday.
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.
