Glasgow Helen's garden

-
Helen in Glasgow has been my friend for 62 years ! Her daughter died six years ago leaving a one year old golden child. He is the sun in Helens life.
I don't see my garden as you see it Helen said.
The rain stops for a few hours.
You usually do that sometimes, don´t you ! A line from Scottish folk song. Helen is a musician.
Joy is what happens when we allow ourselves to recognize how good things really are. By Marianne Williamson
sadness changes its face in a garden...
Thomas honoring his mothers wedding anniversary, and then...
a game of football for the wee fella.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

-
Image
Wisdom in the Wild: A Nature Art Retreat for Life After Loss 20th - 25th October 2024 Embrace the timelessness of the wild and the creativity of art to heal and grow after loss.* This retreat offers a unique blend of nature walks, art workshops, and reflective exercises, all set in a peaceful, natural environment.  See desciption of loss below . “Wisdom in the Wild” is designed for individuals ready to immerse themselves in new artistic practices within a small warm and supportive community. There will be opportunities for both solitude and togetherness, fostering growth and creativity. This retreat aims to guide participants forward in their "one precious life," as poetically described by Mary Oliver. Set against the stunning backdrop of a southern Spanish mountain landscape, this four day retreat brings together a  group of six international participants.  Connecting with Nature and Self. With early morning macro photography in nature, participants will connect with awe...
Read more

Adios Bolivia

-
Image
After a week back home in Spain, a part of me still hasn't arrived. It's such a strange feeling. A cross between yearning and pining and grief. A part of me was reluctant, not ready to leave Bolivia - that part is still there. And another part of me would like to get on the next plane and start all over again. Eyes wide open. More savvy. More alert. The ache is almost physical. A monastery near Pisac Peru. Easter Sunday at the monastery. Easter flowers candles and bread. Leaving small gifts and big smiles. After almost six weeks in Peru and Boliiva , back in my beautiful mountain village in Southern Spain, my heart aches, broods, craves, desires, dreams, grieves, hankers, languish for, sighs for, thirsts for, yearns for South America, and all its craziness, confusion, beauty and mystery. "Your soul knows the geography of your destiny. Your soul alone has the map of your future, therefore you can trust this indirect...
Read more

Stop-Expecting-Too-Much-from-People, Mrs!

-
Image
At the end of a radio interview when  69 year old , Jewish, Hungarian born Canadian physician  Gabor Mate was asked ‘ is there more love in your life now?’  he paused. ‘I think there is more space in my heart for love,’  he said quietly.  I think  there is more space in our hearts for love when we pass 60. What we do with that space depends on lots of things. And sometimes that space shuts down ! This morning I was deeply disappointed with our village doctor, again. My heart door slammed shut. There seems to be  a Berlin Wall  wall between us. I cannot communicate with him without judging him, severely.   He speaks to me like I'm a teenager with many serious learning challenges. I see in front of me an  arrogant adolescent with mother issues!  LOL !! I thought I'd stopped judging people !! I'm angry that so many folk in our village seem to suffer, month after  month, year after year. Yes I know the ...
Read more