The Garden Fairies and Dreamy Fields….

Do you believe in the magic of fairies?

 

This week it has been very warm at Dove Lane and probably where you are too!

When anxiety strikes, as it can with many of us, any extreme, even of temperature,  can make us feel jittery at times. Getting outside is always good for us but on very hot days it is good to take sensible precautions – don’t forget to drink plenty of water and wear a hat if going out in the midday sun! Pick some lovely shady areas if you can; there is nothing like a peaceful, quiet walk in a shady, sun dappled wood on a hot day.

My week has all been about nature.  We have a friendly black bird who wakes me every morning about 4 am with his cheerful song, and who can fail to be uplifted by such a beautiful sound? And the heatwave has brought other delights – leaving our son’s house the other night after babysitting, the night was still, nothing stirred, and the sweet night air was heavy with that earthy scent you only ever experience on a heady midsummer night.

We went to visit the confetti fields in Worcestershire this week and saw a fabulous display of delphiniums and cornflowers – rows and rows of dreamy flowers in every colour as far as the eye could see. Walking through the dry and dusty field felt very grounding and I really enjoyed the calming atmosphere and the peaceful scene was a haven for bees and butterflies. People travel far and wide to see these fields; it seems that whatever is going on around us, the need to be at one with nature is forever with us.

 

And so I have added one of my poems again this week. This time of year always seems to be cloaked in a little bit of magic for me – when I look out at night I can imagine fairies so what better than to read a little about what they do…..

I hope you enjoy a little bit of escapism …. Love, Flowers and Fairies 🧚‍♀️

 

The Garden Fairies

When the night draws ever closer
And the stars twinkle in the sky,
When the man in the moon is smiling;
Here the garden fairies fly.

With dresses made of rose petals
Fine gossamer for their wings,
They land upon the dewy grass
To dance in fairy rings.

They sprinkle magic fairy dust,
They dart amidst the flowers
And tend to all the garden plants
Throughout the night time hours.

In the morning all is well,
The fairies’ work is done;
Sweet peas and daisies, in colourful rows,
Turn their faces to the sun.

©Lyn Halvorsen

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What a Springtime Walk Can Teach us.

This week I am thinking about the rhythm of life …

I am always talking about the benefits of getting out into the countryside; the green fields and the chirpy birdsong usually manage to lift the spirits for a while at least. It’s always a comfort somehow to see the same old trees in the woods standing stoically strong; their trunks immovable and their roots firmly planted alongside the path where we often walk deep in thought. How many footsteps must have passed their way over perhaps hundreds of years and how many more still will? I can look at the trunk of my favourite tree in wonder. I can sense a benevolent charm in its being and almost see a kindly expression in the depths of its bark. And then I can look up and see its lofty branches reaching for the light. It knows what to do, my tree, it doesn’t need a set of rules or list of suggested requirements for better tree development.

I am a bit of a scaredy cat – I have even written a book about a scaredy cat. I am one of those people who sometimes have to cling on tight to the things I hold dear in times of strain and here is where I find nature has many ways of literally grounding me. We may not find the soultion to all our problems but we sure can get them more into perspective after a walk in our favourite part of the countryside.

Last week we took a break from Dove Lane and spent a long weekend in Devon. I can’t recall a time the countryside has ever looked more beautiful but maybe the spring has a way of renewing our outlook and refreshing our surroundings so that every time we revisit it is like the first time.

Walking through an apple orchard it was as though we could breathe life from the abundance around us and win hope from all the promise; we could listen to the music of the birds and see the beauty of the surrounding colours. A million petals seemed to gleam and red buds sparkled, the bees were busy in each open flower preparing for the vital matter of honey. Beneath our feet there was spread a carpet woven of many greens, of sunlight, and spring flowers. The last of the bluebells lowered their heads where the ferns were uncurling beside them. Trunks of old apple trees leaned at random angles; all shapes and blotched with the lichen that Mother Nature inscribed on ancient barks. Against a curtain of apple blossom we could see a blackbird flitting about – who alone of the birds can put imagination into song like him?

Some of the later trees still held their buds tightly clenched, as though half a hundred Springs had taught them to fear the oncoming of summer, yet Mother Nature gently commands, and soon every reluctant bud will open to fulfill its destiny.

So when we are being a scaredy cat – when we have those days when we can’t cunjour up much effort to stride forward – it is good to look at all the signs around us and take the reassurance that everything turns and moves and goes full circle. I could almost imagine Pamona the wood nymph who was reputed to be the goddess of fruitful abundance talking to me with all her ancient and modern wisdom. I certainly felt she was making us welcome  – her light laugh mingling  with the surrounding sounds. I think she was saying “I do love this time of year best, although I shouldn’t have favourites; it is dear to me because it is all about life – and the promise of good things to come later. And remember, dear one, no winter lasts forever.”

And that is what I feel we need to remember – good things will come.

 

   ‘The Earth laughs in flowers’.    

               Ralph Waldo Emerson 

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Anton the Brave Viking and the Scaredy Cat is a children’s book based on some members of our family. Great to read to your kids or to yourself when you need cheering up a bit!

It is available from http://www.blurb.co.uk or email me and I’ll have a copy winging its way to you in no time!

Know That The Blackbird Sings..

Acknowledging that things happen, both good and bad….

What do we do when we are bombarded with bad news? Time and time again we hear news we do not want to hear and no matter how hard we try to be optimistic and refuse to be dragged down by negative thoughts, we hear something that shatters our beliefs and encroaches on our wobbly and winding path to enlightenment.

The path to enlightenment is long. There are many obstructions along the way, or certainly on my path there are. But I am still a learner. I know there are many who have navigated their path successfully and made it to the clearing at the end where they have unpacked their bags, set aside everything they don’t need, and understood that not everything can be understood in this life.

And maybe that is the key. To realise that we cannot understand everything in this life. Today I was out walking and as I walked through my favourite track in the woods my mind went back to some disturbing and news I had listened to last night before going to bed. A report of a story of heartbreaking proportions; a dreadful and tragic news bulletin that left me feeling depressed. I wondered for the thousandth time why awful things happened to totally innocent people.

We have to press on with life I know. We cannot carry the weight of the world on our shoulders all the time. Yet our hearts are affected by what we hear. We are human and feel the pain of others. And sometimes some things just get to us; they hit a raw spot and we cannot detach ourselves easily.

I looked up at the tree above. A blackbird was perched on the branch of the tree and it was singing its melodic song. I swear it was singing for me; showing me a sign that no matter what, there is a bigger and deeper meaning to life, and that there is a greater force than I can understand. There is great comfort in nature and somehow nature will always find a way.

Even a stone, and more easily a flower or a bird, could show you the way back to the Source, to yourself. When you look at it or hold it and let it be without imposing a word of mental label on it, a sense of awe, of wonder, arises within you. It’s essence silently communicates itself to you and reflects your own essence back to you’.

                                                                                               Elkhart Tolle

I wonder if I will ever be able to look at things without attaching labels and stories to them and feel I have acquired a state of being that offers internal peace, happiness and joy and the satisfaction of all needs and wants. I don’t know about that but I would like to think so. Enlightenment as a word can be misleading, because it is sometimes perceived and communicated as a ‘higher’ state of being that feels like it is out of reach for the ‘normal’ person. However, the reality is, enlightenment is a natural state. It is inside of everyone of us and we can all get there, even if we stumble along the way. We just really need to be ourselves and not try to act as someone we are not. We have to acknowledge things happen, life happens, and with that comes both good and bad things.

When you stumble. When you feel overwhelmed,  know that the blackbird sings.

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