Season’s Blessings

May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
the rains fall soft upon your fields.

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And may the blessing of the earth be on you,
soft under your feet as you pass along the roads,
soft under you as you lie out on it, tired at the end of day;

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May flowers always line your path and sunshine light your day.
May songbirds serenade you every step along the way.
May a rainbow run beside you in a sky that’s always blue.
And may happiness fill your heart each day your whole life through.

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May green be the grass you walk on,
May blue be the skies above you,
May pure be the joys that surround you,
May true be the hearts that love you.

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May love and laughter light your days,
and warm your heart and home.
May good and faithful friends be yours,
wherever you may roam.

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May you have warm words on a cold evening,
A full moon on a dark night,
And the road downhill all the way to your door.

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May brooks and trees and singing hills
Join in the chorus, too.
And every gentle wind that blows
Send happiness to you.

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Words from various Irish blessings found around the internet. Inspired by the Weekly Photo Challenge: Path

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Then and now

I held you in my arms
exhausted but triumphant
a tiny baby
grown in me
each feature
perfectly formed
the overwhelming wonder
the rush of protective love
the fearful anticipation
what now?

Now looking up
as you tower over me
how did those years pass so fast?
I can no longer rock you in my arms
I cannot sing you lullabies
(so embarrassing)
but my love is as fierce as ever
and you are just as precious
and my only wish
is for your happiness
for your life to be full and content
as you step out
control your destiny
choose your direction
and I will be there
in the background
cheering you on
and lifting you up
with every breath

Happy 18th Birthday to my son x

Inspired

It felt impossible to sum up my inspirations in one single photo, so I made a image based on one of my favourite photos that I’ve taken, with extra layers of inspiration added to it. I am inspired by nature, music, poetry and love 🙂 ❤

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Had I the heaven’s embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light;
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

W. B. Yeats

Some music to listen to while you read the words…

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Inspiration.”

Symbols of my Life

I was considering the Weekly Photo Challenge of ‘Symbol’ and wondering how this could be applied in my macro world. I could have taken photos of my engagement ring, but that’s not very original, so in the end I decided to think about important moments in my life and photos that symbolise them.

This was just over 3 years ago, when I’d just about gotten over a really difficult couple of years and was trying to feel more positivity about the future. I took this photo of myself with a remote shutter, with the camera on the tripod. I was trying to capture myself twirling, letting go of the past and its heartbreak, and feeling the joy (it was my birthday). It symbolises the end of one era and the start of a new & better one.

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This one is me with my camera a few weeks later. I was in Bournemouth with my sister and my children and you can see that the positivity was working, I was beginning to find myself again and enjoy life. And of course I was really getting into photography. I’d had the camera for about 3 months at this point – my first proper DSLR – and I was finding my niche. (Thanks to my sister for this photo)

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And then a wonderful thing happened… through blogging I met a lovely man 🙂

Here’s Bruce and I out for a walk during our first weekend together. This is symbolic, as I’m sure you can imagine, of the beginning of our relationship, when we met in person for the first time after getting to know eachother online.

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And here we are nearly a year later – happy and together, engaged and sharing a home. This one symbolises the real, solid, happy partnership that developed from the virtual, online beginning.

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And just to finish off … this one is now – just a few minutes ago 🙂 I dragged poor Bruce outside to take a selfie with me so that I could add it to this post.

This one symbolises the future.

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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Symbol.”

Calm Seas

calm seas

my words are not lost
but sunk
(not in a bad way)

deep in calm waters
far from churning waves
and strong currents
they rest on the sand
dappled with light
from gentle ripples

they wait

and if the storm comes
if the sea gets rough
they’ll rise in the swell
be there when I need them
to let out some pain

but for now

they wait
unrequired

for I am with you
and with you
is all
calm seas

for Bruce (of course) and for Trent who misses our words 🙂

sixteen tomorrow

not quite a sweet sixteen
my ungainly man-child
{lanky limbs – big feet – chin fuzz}
submits to a hug
a kiss even
high honour bestowed
upon this
embarrassing mother

thank you

Pony Love

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As you know, if you have been reading for a while, my daughter is horse-mad. I spend many weekends watching her ride in lessons and competitions. It’s her ‘thing’. This is her in the middle of a competition at the weekend, between rounds. She looks like she’s communicating telepathically with the pony! I decided to have a play with this photo so it ended up black & white. I think my daughter’s horseyness is rubbing off on me as I caught myself wondering if I should give it a go … I’ve never so much as sat upon a horse, and I used to be quite scared of them! I’m not sure, but I am becoming rather fond of these horses and ponies.

normalness

wanting to write
is not the same
as actually writing

and the longing
to fill the empty page
does not fill it

my mind remains
obstinately blank

all I have is…

how about a nice cup of tea
or maybe a few
and when can we watch
doctor who
and how I’d like
to snuggle with you

and though it rhymes
and represents myself
it’s hardly poetry

just the ramblings
of my mind
far too content
to wail and moan
or grandly talk
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just the lovely
normalness
of you and me
and quiet days
that pass so soft
and yet so swift