Nearly Going Somewhere…

Can you imagine yourself looking out to sea?

I guess we are all missing our holidays at the moment. We still aren’t sure when we can book to go travel to sunnier climes. Perhaps it won’t be too long. Who knows?

I remember years ago reading an article called ‘The Art of Nearly Going Somewhere ‘ and it really resonated with me. The writer described how he liked looking at travel brochures and imagining himself setting off on exotic travels. He enjoyed picturing himself having many different adventures and experiences. He would spend lots of time thinking and planning. He felt the sand between his toes, he bought the tee-shirt and drank the Sangria. He was lost in blissful daydream for a while. But then he looked around him, took in his familiar surroundings. His home. And he realised, he liked home best. He was happy with his lot. The art of ‘nearly going somewhere’ was enough to keep him happy.

Sometimes, I think the planning and imagining of an event is as much fun as actually taking part. We can sit at home and just imagine the good bits, without experiencing the airport delays, the sunburn, the mosquitoes …..Ok, I know, you’d still like a real holiday! But here’s a poem about ‘nearly going somewhere’, just for a bit of fun. And you never know, just by imagining something wonderful, it may become reality!

Wishing you a very blessed and happy Easter.

Nearly Going Somewhere


I looked at sunny skies
And oceans blue,
Ancient relics
With a golden hue,
Cobbled streets 
Where we could roam
And enjoy a scene 
So far from home.
I saw places where we could stop 
And watch the sun set
On a fun-filled day
We wouldn’t forget. 
I could smell the blossom
From the flowering trees,
Feel the warmth
Of the gentle breeze.
I could imagine the markets 
With exotic wares,
See water parks,
Bazaars and fairs.
There was time to take a breath,
And focus weary eyes
On new horizons
With the hint of surprise.
Oh, how I enjoyed leafing through
The glossy catalogue
As I sat alongside you,
Dreaming of a different view.
Then we made coffee
And put the catalogue away,
Feeling more than happy
We had seen the world in a day.

L.M.H.

Silver With Cobwebs…

Do you struggle with the dark November days?

It is a damp, dark and foggy November day. The sort of day which feels rather dreary and lends itself to squashy sofas and log fires rather than energetic walks and outdoor exercise. It is a day for baking cakes and making hearty soups. Outside it feels as though the earth is sinking to rest until next spring. And yet when we stirred ourselves and walked across the fields, there was something magical about the misty, silent world where only the hardy venture ..

 Silver With Cobwebs 

You can walk through the dark,
Make no sense of the day
That went before
And brushed your dreams away.
Then look up to check
That the moon's still in place,
Peering through the clouds,
With a smile on its face.

You can walk through the tunnel
Feel your way in the mist
To find quiet fields
Laid out like a gift;
Silver with cobwebs
Spun as you were sleeping,
A glimpse into fairyland,
That is yours for the keeping.

You can be pulled by the river 
That hurtles to the sea
Or go with the flow
And decide to be free,
You can let your fears
Drift past on the tide,
Let the wind dry your tears
And peace be your guide.

You can forget what you have
When the ground seems to shift,
And shout at a world
That has cast you adrift.
Then remember the blessings
Too many to list
That will warm your soul
 Like a lover's kiss.

You can look to your memory
See who was there
Before all your plans
Were plotted with care.
One who sends love
In all that this is;
A handful of words
To last through the years.

L.M.H.