Tag Archives: simplicity

a bowl of soup

is all I wanted when I came in from the cold….

and so I chopped courgettes, peeled potatoes, added stock and warm spices.

I wanted to hibernate …

and so I did until morning.

When I woke my fuzzy head of recent days had subsided – my sinuses felt a little clearer …

and so I got busy with small jobs and make a shepherd pie to warm my son when he is home

late from his road trip. it’s waiting to go into the oven and bubble with homemade goodness.

I sustain those I love with hot food on a winters day …

and so too I am sustained.




Filed under At peace, Healthy eating, Living in the moment, Mindfulness


is a grey December day but in my picture archive there are shapes and colours that please my eye.


It was gleaned from a charity shop filled with treasure.

I hope that you like it too:

. . .it’s age, it’s beauty, it’s blue, it’s bubbles, it’s simplicity, it’s joy, it’s imperfections



Filed under At peace

My lovely –

Looking radiant in blue, so heady
I could swim in it and swoon until the sun
hangs back behind the day.

My lovely – 
longingly I look and hope to make it last 
as long as hours allow.

Placing rosy apples in a floral bowl, you look
at me my lovely.
I bring you flowers.

A scent that lingers as you turn
and leave a trail of blue:
to fetch fresh water,

icy cold and sweet.
You cut each stem with care
submerge them one by one.

I watch you rearrange their loveliness 
and place them in the sunlight.
My lovely –

you make each day as radiant as the next:
by simply BEing you – 
my lovely.


Filed under Uncategorized

beauty in simplicity

simplicity in beauty

nestled on a grass verge


clinging to a wall

beauty in simplicity

simplicity in beauty

standing proud as waters gush


a canopy of green

beauty in simplicity

simplicity in beauty

a smiling face and purple crown


quiet dots peep through

beauty in simplicity

simplicity in beauty

greens turns to red


reds turn to green

beauty in simplicity


Filed under Living in the moment

Spongy clouds

Air abuzz with chattering song.
Invisible, hidden in a sea of palm fronds
and under bushes.

One shoots off: wings flapping across my eyeline.
Small, dingy brown.


Now a handful flit and swoop.
Some doves.
All gaping beaks feeding on the wing.

Perched close
another simply ignores me.
A downy belly feather falls away.
Scooped up and gone.

Acrobatic loops
tail feathers flash by.
They soar: breathless, spiralling upwards –
lost in spongy clouds.




Filed under creativity, inspiration, Living in the moment, Peace of mind, poetry, Uncategorized

Friendship is a precious word

A week ago today I had the beginnings of one of those bothersome throats and body aches that you get when the seasons change and our bodies respond. I couldn’t go to my Halloween party and no refund sadly as the champagne had all been pre-ordered! Ah well.
What was more important to me was making it to Devon to have a few days away with one of my dearest friends. She was driving down from Yorkshire where she was being ‘Mum to her Mum’ at a difficult time for the family as someone they all loved dearly was very sick.
It wasn’t an easy journey, feeling poorly: add driving rain and soon total darkness and it was not an easy drive. However I was determined to go, as the days away with a friend were more important to me than anything else. It didn’t matter that I would be nursing my aches and sore throat. I could do that with her as we simply enjoyed the comfort we always take from sharing each other’s company.

We settled into our few days of chat, gentle walks, hot chocolates, log fires and together created shared memories.
This was interspersed with many calls home by my friend to check on her Mum and as her job was to ‘look out for’ her Mum, my job was to ‘look out for’ her: as I observed the pain of these conversations troubling her.
An early morning call was one she was not surprised to get with the news of the death of a beloved man.
We gathered our things, collected our memories and left our lovely cottage that had once teemed with the family of a local fisherman.
I drove home to my son and she headed north once more to be with her Mum.
She did what she needed to do and I did what I needed to do because that’s what we do. Not only do I know this but more importantly I know that we are all in the space and place in our lives everyday that we are supposed to be in.
If you allow yourself to sit quietly with that thought and take comfort from  it: you will . . I promise . . find that it is deeply comforting.

I hope you like the selection of photographs here too which reflect the space and place I was at last week with my very dear friend.



Harlands Point

Appledore on the day Hurricane sandy was raging over the atlantic

Appledore looking towards the Atlantic


Filed under comfort, family, love, memories, ruminations,thoughts, Well being, words, writing