FEBRUARY FLOWERS

it's 3.30 pm.

i just made the bed.

holiday mode.

yesterday my daughter & I

did a shop crawl.

she picked out decorations 

for her birthday party,

i went a little mad

in the flower shops.

had to finish off

with coffee,

hot chocolate

& cake of course.

it's been a week 

of not doing much of anything,

which has felt like everything right now.

it's cold,

but the light that floods in

whispers s p r i n g.

i'm sensing vibrancy in the air

that's opening up the senses.

tomorrow it's time for a sleepover party.

she'll be thirteen

& i can't quite believe it.

for me,

a few more days of relishing

the light,

the flowers,

the coffee that overflows,

pages of a book 

that beckon. 

wishing you a lovely weekend!

x

MOOD

"I can smell autumn

dancing in the breeze."

x

DEAR MONDAY

beginning the week with a moment of peace.

daughter sniffling with her cold,

husband working from home today,

the gentle rhythm of the washing machine,

a call that got me excited,

another coffee on the boil.

a constant hunger for beauty,

to learn,

abstract images in my head

yearning to see the light of day. 

it creates a sort of ever-present longing

that, I've come to see,

 doesn't have to be tormenting

but can be cherished.  

it keeps you alive & curious.

here's wishing you a good week ahead.

x

MAGNOLIAS & HAIKUS

I was searching for a poem or lovely quote about magnolias

when posting this last one,

but to my amazement did't really find anything...

(all you poets out there,

here's a subject for you :))

But then I discovered The Haiku Guys & Gals,

asked for a haiku about magnolias,

& bang it arrived in my inbox a little while ago,

just in time for the real deal blooming out there.

The scent of hope is definitely lingering in the air...

x

RANUNCULA

Today,

I'll say it in flowers... 

x

BRUISED

“it was the kind of moon
that I would want to send 

back to my ancestors
& gift to my descendants

so they know that I too,

have been bruised...

by beauty.” 

― Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence

ADVENTURE

last seen, 

exploring...

x

TRANSFORMATIONS

PIVOINE

"The artist is the confidant in nature,

flowers carry on dialogues with him

through the graceful bending of their stems

& the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms.

Every flower has a cordial word

which nature directs towards him."

~ Auguste Rodin

NON, MERCI

"And every day,

the world will drag you by the hand, 

yelling,

"This is important!

And this is important!

And this is important!

You need to worry about this!

And this! 

And this!"

And each day,

it's up to you to yank your hand back,

put it on your heart and say

"No. This is what's important."

~ Iain Thomas

(A reminder to myself
& anyone else who may need it

that sometimes a firm but polite

"no, thank you very much"
can result in a huge yessss to what matters.)

x




(p.s.  there seems to be an issue 
with the fonts on here at the mo...) 

AUGUST NOTES

Time, a muffled sound of footsteps from down below, 

renovation has begun in the building across the street. 

I have lunch with Bo Carpelan, 

his words about aging are unembellished, 

yet filled with beauty. 

I taste his sentences on the tip of my tongue, 

vaguely sensing something about what’s yet to come 

under his curious but gentle gaze. 

A fly darts around, 

doesn’t seem to find peace for its restless soul, 

its wings carrying an air of midsummer 

in the middle of an August day.
The end of the summer
has a bittersweet tinge. 

"But a chair, sunlight, flowers:

these are not to be dismissed. 

I am alive,

I live,

I breathe,

I put my hand out,

into the sunlight."

- Margaret Atwood

Aikaa, kadun puolelta askeleet kantautuvat vaimeina, 

vastapäisessä talossa tehdään remonttia. 

Lounasseurana Bo Carpelan, 

hän puhuu vanhenemisesta, 

kaunistelematta mutta kauniisti. 

Maistelen lauseita, 

aavistan jotain hamaa tulevaa, 

tunnen uteliaan mutta lempeän katseensa. 

Kärpänen poukkoilee, 

ei löydä sielulleen rauhaa, 

tuo elokuiseen päivään häivähdyksen keskikesää.
Loppukesässä suloista haikeutta.