I've eaten my breakfast of comforting porridge..
rolled oats, cranberries, yoghurt and milk.
The winter sun is warm on my back.
I am reading Juliet's wondrous book
"Dancing With The Seasons"
and wondering..will I make spring the beginning of truly living the seasons...
with rituals that breathe the season
rather than follow the calendar from northern lands...
As I dangle my bookmark it is creating
shadows and fractured light on the page
a little ritual all of it's own
celebrating light...
life...
Yes! It says. Do it!
rolled oats, cranberries, yoghurt and milk.
The winter sun is warm on my back.
I am reading Juliet's wondrous book
"Dancing With The Seasons"
and wondering..will I make spring the beginning of truly living the seasons...
with rituals that breathe the season
rather than follow the calendar from northern lands...
As I dangle my bookmark it is creating
shadows and fractured light on the page
a little ritual all of it's own
celebrating light...
life...
Yes! It says. Do it!
don't say spring is coming!
ReplyDeletethat means fall is not far behind here!
no!..fall is fine but too fleeting...it's that winter guy
I hope you have a lovely winter like we have had so far Suz. I've loved winter this year. August is our coldest month though!
ReplyDeleteDear Joan, what a magical photo and beautiful, poetic words! I feel very honoured to have my book mentioned and love your thought about starting to live the seasons this spring. You are entering the dance; I can feel it.
ReplyDeleteThank you Juliet. I love the idea of entering the dance. Your book puts a new perspective on life.. one I have been waiting for. I would love to have some fellow dancers to follow..but in the meantime I am happy to read and ponder..
ReplyDeleteA picture that takes my breath away - as do your words here.
ReplyDeleteStunning photo!
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