Its raining again…

Yes after a few cold bright days we are back to… RAIN.

To live on the West Coast of Scotland is to have webbed feet!

And along with the rain, there is the accompanying howling gale.

I hate this weather, but this poem by David Darbyshire always makes me smile.


Rain again, rain again

always the same again.
Wish it was sunny instead,
could do without those drops on my head.

Rain water down the drain,
drip, dropp on my brain.
It’s friggen raining again,
shouldn’t really be complaining.

P.S. memo to myself: ‘ Buy an Umbrella’

Ok moaning over for today. But I will probably recommence tomorrow as the forecast is for it to get WORSE!!

Am off to do some ironing and day dream about sunny days and bright skies. 🙂

Photo  found on this travelogue

The still point…

8383623991_e8f218569f_o“At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance,
and there is only the dance.”

T.S. Eliot, from Burnt Norton (‘Four Quartets’)

I love TS Eliot. I have done since studying his poetry at school for Higher English. I love the density of it, the imagery he uses and the sheer beauty of the language.

Eliot has a thing about living in the moment – neither “time before” nor “time after” . If we live in the past, or if we fantasise about what lies ahead,  then we can miss the possibilities that exist in the present moment . We can miss the ‘still point’ at the heart of movement and we can stifle our creativity.

At the still point we get caught up in a timeless moment, one we hope will never end.

Perhaps we don’t look for these moments enough amid our busy lives?

Picture is by Daniel Owen from his website – Imprints of Light

The gift of a moment…

8389401660_80c02055ae_bI ask for the gift
of a moment
to sit by Your side
The work that I have in hand
I can finish afterwards.

Now it is time to sit quiet
alone with You
and to Sing
a re-dedication of my life
in this Silent
and overflowing joy.

(Rabindranath Tagore)

A poem for Monday.

If you are already clutching your ‘to do’ list and wondering how you will make it through the week then this is for you – ask for the gift of a moment 🙂

Picture is ‘rhythm of the tides’ by Jonny Baker on Flickr

The Peace of Wild Things

flight from aboveWhen despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

(Wendell Berry)

There is something wonderfully comforting about this poem – despair and fear give way to peace, grace and freedom in a few short verses. Perspective is good 🙂

Picture is ‘flight from above’ by Jonny Baker on Flickr

Don’t let go of the thread…

Follow the Path (detail) (3)There’s a thread you follow. It goes among
things that change. But it doesn’t change.
People wonder about what you are pursuing.
You have to explain about the thread.
But it is hard for others to see.
While you hold it you can’t get lost.
Tragedies happen; people get hurt
or die; and you suffer and get old.
Nothing you do can stop time’s unfolding.
You don’t ever let go of the thread.

(William Stafford, The Way It Is)

I found this while blog hopping and it appealed to me.

What is your thread? What runs through your life, your relationships? Does your thread  encourage and motivate you? Does it keep you grounded no matter what life throws at you?

We all need something to hold on to, something eternal and timeless.

Three things last for eternity: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love” (I Corinthians 13:13)

(Image is ‘follow the path’ found here)

Every little wonder…

2115078089_57ac35813f_bAmid the January gloom (well maybe it’s just me with the cough and the virus that just won’t go away) I thought I would post something uplifting.

A friend and colleague became a father last week, so here are words written by Cheryl at [hold this space] to celebrate the birth of a baby.

Even if we have not witnessed (or participated in) that particularly awesome miracle, life is peppered with these sort of wow moments – moments when we catch our breath in awe; moments when God confounds us and we stand amazed, at a loss for words.

Life is fragile, and never more so than at the point of birth or death, but we humans are extraordinary, remarkable. We are fearfully and wonderfully made.  And sometimes we need to stop and confront that, to embrace our fragility and to put our hand into the outstretched hand of God – the God who gives us strength for the journey.


Welcome to the world

there are some moments
at which we should only look sideways
because to face them head on will blind us

moments where words like wonder
and awe
are completely inadequate;

where we search in vain for new words
as yet uninvented
to tell of the truth

moments where it seems impossible
that we will ever forget
how extraordinary,
how remarkable
this life is.

until we do

so in this moment,
when we stand blinded by fragility
and wonder
we pause

and for all those moments we forget,
we take a breath
and say

thank you.

(Photo: Gunnersbury by Jonny Baker)

Go beyond…

7907576498_1dc8661971_bToday – a short quotation from Rabindranath Tagore

I thought that my voyage had come to its end at the last limit of my power – that the path before me was closed, that provisions were exhausted and the time come to take shelter in silent obscurity. But I find that Thy will knows no end in me. And when old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth from the heart; and where the old tracks are lost, new country is revealed with its wonders.

Seemed appropriate for January… and hopeful for those who have reached the end of their rope!

Photo is “beyond” by Jonny Baker on Flickr