Wednesday, May 20, 2020

Stuff from Morning Pages.

30th April 2020

Bits from my journal 28th April

The days run into each other a bit at the moment, 
not all exactly alike,   but samey nevertheless. 
I didn't sleep much last night.
Possibly it was because of an insect bite 
that I got on my knee
 when we went to the woods yesterday. 
Got through my thick jeans, of so. 
Or maybe it was the chicken. 
Anyways, it was quite a good day in all, 
starting with The Writer's Hour 
first thing in the  morning.

I love it 
Something creative occurs 
with a little nudge
And nobody's going to 
critique or judge.
While I find I'm in
A scene, a moment, lost
I find an hour gone by
at no extra cost.
It make me focus
on the words before me 
If there's any distraction
I don't tend  to see.
I've written more words 
in just three days
Than in a whole month
trying other ways.
So, I'll turn up tomorrow
And the next day too
for as long as it's offered
I'll know what to do.
I might even get finished
my memoir this year
A definite possibility
I'll let out a cheer.

Later that morning, not that I felt like it, I went with my hubs and daughter to get Dog food for our little puppy. He'd been making do for a while as we were not able to get out because of the virus. 
Observing social distancing my daughter waited her turn to go into Pets at Home, while hubby walked puppy round the car park. I sat in the car, with the sun warming my shoulders, reading. 
Another daughter lives near, so we went to wave at the grandchildren. 
For about twenty minutes we chatted to the six of them and their Dad. 
It lifted my spirits, made my day,
and I think, by the looks on their faces, 
by the stories they shared, eagerly,
 that they liked it too.
One day, someday, 
I'll be able to hug them again,
 sit with them on my lap again, 
nuzzle my face into their hair 
and smell the coconut shampoo again 
 I can't wait... 
Mum was doing an online  course and didn't even know we'd called.

We left their house and headed for the woods, 
me still on cloud nine, all senses heightened, we chatted, we laughed about our few minutes of pure joy with the kids. 

To get to the woods, we amble through a field, 
two butterflies, like brown leaves dance a tango
fly, this way, that way, 
in the distance a farmhouse, white behind green trees,
love to live there,
and now peace, 
no hum of traffic, 
no hum of people, 
other sounds creep upon us,
insects, birds, 
we stop to listen
our own breath,
the rustle of leaves.
The woody aroma fills our lungs.
I count four huge oak trees
their branches - a picture 
of strength- comforting.
Bluebell, Forest, England, Spring

Silver birches, ashes, alders,
hawthorn bushes
and in the clearings,
bluebells spread like 
picnic blankets
with shafts of light like
slabs of lemon drizzle cake,
dotted with small clusters
of delicate, pink woodland
flowers at the edge
of the paths .

Image result for pictures of bluetits feeding youngTwo bluetits fly between 
the branches 
one, a baby and the other the parent
 feeding it.

A little grey squirrel 
scurries round the  
trunk of a thick oak.
I walk, I ponder
I think, I pray
I'm so lucky.
Yes, Lord, it's been a good day.
Thank you. 


  1. a good day... 🤗

    "So, I'll turn up tomorrow
    And the next day too
    for as long as it's offered..."

    This is chilling somehow, but hopeful.

    1. Thank you Sandi. I meant no chill in those words, but isn't it interesting how what speaks to one will speak differently to another.
      I love having your comments - always encouraging.

  2. You are a welcome font of uplift and creativity!

  3. Thank you Renee Therese and I'm so happy to have you read my blog

  4. Even in these times, there are the small joys and happy things.

    1. Exactly Mimi.
      Thank you for commenting on my blog. It's very encouraging.

  5. What a perfectly wonderful post. I felt like I was right there with you and feeling the same things you felt. I, too, miss the grandkids and the sweet smell of them on my lap.
    Stay safe- we are still quarantined at home...xo Diana

    1. Thank you so much Nana Diana.
      I love your comments, enough to keep me going for a while.

  6. I got your comment on my blog but can't reply to you directly. If you feel comfortable I would love to have your email addy. You can email me at and then I will have your addy. Thanks. xo Diana

    1. Your email address didn't work for me
      I'll try again

  7. This is so beautiful. I sent your link to a friend of mine who could use some sunshine in her life. Stay healthy!

  8. Thank you . And you, with Our Blessed Mother.

  9. Hi,
    enjoyed reading your post. I too live in a semi rural area in Northern Ireland and love the birds and the wildlife. Coloured doves come into my back garden and have got so used to me feeding them that they come within a few inches of me.

    1. Thank you Brenda.Do you mean collared doves? We love them. We usually have a pair in our garden. When we don't it means things aren't going well lol. They mate for life , you know.

  10. Hi again,
    yes, I do mean collared doves :-) I don't know how the spelling mistake came up.

    1. Hello Brenda, I thought so. It happens to me too. Click and it's gone. And unless it's recognised as being misspelt I'm none the wiser until I read it back when it's already published.
      You and I seem to have a lot in common with, especially with regard to prayer and relationship with Christ.
      Please feel free to email me and we can chat away from public eyes.


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