Ireland is going green. First of all it's the National Holiday, Saint Patrick's Day. But even more importantly it is also Spring. At last, at last, at last. After the grey, stormy winter, here in the fields, every small twitch of change registers. Buds, shoots, blossoms, flowers. Nest building, mad march hare . . .
Exploring sacred space
Your sacred space is where you can find yourself again and again. Joseph Campbell Alone time is precious. Quiet moments sitting at the desk with a cup of coffee or meandering in the small fields amongst the signs of Spring. Day dreaming whenever there is an opportunity, staring at the lake or photographing the small birds outside the . . .
Pastel diary
Pink, blue, lavender and softest grey, the pastel diary of early spring days. The promise of a new palette. Until then soak in the light, the heart, the hope. Warmth streaming through the window after our wintery lunch. Pull back the curtains, throw open the door and listen to the whisper of the world turning. . . .
The colour purple
After the devastation of the storm, the tree may be gone but the crocuses are still blooming unharmed beneath it...... . . .
In the foggy dew……..#Pilgrimage ~ February
My Pilgrimage into 2014 goes deeper and the question has become how to visualise this path through photography? How to observe the world through a mist, keep all the options open and embrace the greyness. There's a promise now of rebirth and spring after the long winter. Walking in the steamy wet fields, in the muck underfoot, there's an . . .
Green shoots!!
And just when it seemed like the relentless greyness would never return to light, under the dark compost, luscious rhubarb was being reborn. It distracted me from the gloom....... Green shoots, seeking light, embracing shade and living in glorious colour........ . . .
Home
Clinging on in the storm The storm hit hard and I was in the thick of it swerving back and forth in 150k gusts. Finally reaching the warren of back roads nearest home, it dawned on me; I was crazy to be out in this weather! Of the many possible routes, three turned out to be blocked by fallen trees, and after . . .
An introvert at dusk
When I saw Susan Cain's talk on TED The Power of Introverts I went online, took the Myers Briggs Test and established that I am in fact 75% introvert. It has explained so much. The longing for quiet time, the overwhelm of too much socialising, the need to create. Luckily I'm an introvert with a performance streak and this has helped . . .
I turned my head for a moment…
A young rabbit joined me for breakfast this morning. There were moments of complete relaxation while we both nibbled. I knew this was a temporary respite. As soon as there was a flicker of the unexpected one of us would bolt for safety. Then I turned my head for a moment and he was gone. . . .
Expect the unexpected……#Pilgrimage ~ February
I've been watching small birds feeding on the table outside my window. Cautious at first, nervously swooping in and out. They pause and rest, for seconds at a time, and then they are on edge again, perching precariously. In the midst of them I found myself wobbling too and wondering what planet I was on when I decided . . .
