On the Hook pondering, 10/10/20

There was a time when the things that I now love were derided. I felt uncomfortable and bored in silence. Frustrated by sitting quietly. Longing for something, anything to actually happen! But these things are now my pleasures. To sit on the sofa and crochet to the rhythm of the ticking clock and the gentle…… Continue reading On the Hook pondering, 10/10/20

Quiet Moments

Quiet moments are my favourite kind of moments. If you are trying to take photos of potentially skittish small creatures, quiet moments are essential. Sometimes I find myself holding my breath as I creep closer to try and get that shot. Sometimes they pose nicely, sometimes they flit away as soon as the camera is…… Continue reading Quiet Moments

When this is over

When this is overI will not rushto peopleto shopsto restaurants, bars, cafesto once-again busy streetsI will rush in the opposite directionto disconnectto sit hereto beto feelto observeto drench myself in quietimmerse myself in natureand let it restore my soul And after I’ve sat for a while, I’ll go and look for some of my favourite…… Continue reading When this is over


my mind is so filled with thoughts of many sizes fears and anxieties mundane and philosophical a constant chatter of head noise that I cannot speak for fear it will all leak out

to sleep

cocooned in black limbs twined heads rest in partnered pillows quiet breaths fall softly muscles rest thoughts drift away peace enfolds in quiet calm of nighttimes’s dark embrace


may I rest here a while in this moment may I stay for a time in this place where my mind is at peace where my being is calm where my breath moves within and without in no rush where there’s no heaviness ‘cept the weight of your hand and the warmth of your kiss…… Continue reading hush

slipping into night

moments of peace clocks tick keys clunk as words spill on my keyboard the weekend long as it was is over the house has returned to full occupation and only now the quiet spreads as eyes close soft to sleep as gentle breaths and tiny sighs replace the noise of squabbling siblings demanding time accepting…… Continue reading slipping into night