SWEET REFUGE

some simple details

to start the weekend.

coffee & pistachio buns this afternoon

to celebrate our son passing his violin exam.

music streaming,

bouquet from the local flowershop. 

it's been a quiet week,

so quiet it started to make me a little jittery. 

but yesterday I landed a lovely suprise shoot

in the neighbourhood

& right after that,

my work diary sort of filled up all by itself

for the rest of the year it seems. 

should have just relished this quiet

I winked to myself... 

as much as I appreciate time for just me,

I do thrive with enough to do

& the right amount of spare time 

for the creative spirit to take flight,

although who wouldn't I guess...

been flicking through the pages 

of Roversi meets Dior,

a true match made in heaven.

his images

& the quality of the pages between the fingers,

enough to transport into a world of soulful beauty,

where texture & warmth abound. 

with this quick post,

I wish you a very happy weekend.

x

SKY CIRCLES

Spring burst through the door

& painted everything blush, cotton and neon.

The warmer breeze

has released an air of ease.

The mind drifts to summer holidays

in a heat that soars to 

near-African temperatures.

I'm ready for the adventure. 

Until then,

the days continue to be filled

with words & photography & editing for others.

And then I reward myself

by rummaging through the  hard drive

for one or two just for me,

for you,

like these ones.

I add my thing to them slowly,

smiling,

feeling the love,

wanting nothing but tenderness

& dreaminess,

as music fills the room.
There's freedom right there,
in that small moment.

It's freedom that always beckons,
and makes the thought of a total break
shine like a beacon.

To feel it rushing through the body,

leading by the hand to play (= to create), 

while I leave all expectations behind
(mine & others')
in a heap in the hallway.

And then,

at summer's end,

begin again,

with a clearer mind,

and a heart that's aligned.

(And I sit here writing this, thinking,

"but you've mulled on these same things before". 

 I look calmly in the eye and say,

"but darling, even if it's two steps back sometimes,

that, too, constitutes a journey.")

Let's make some sweeping sky circles this summer,
shall we?




x

UNFETTERED

i had my morning coffee with milk & February sun,

followed by a long walk along the waterfront

- the sea unfettered & free.

freedom,
the  most beautiful word.

x

WINGS

We leave behind our nests of linen sheets

& usual humdrum. 

 A drive through a landscape 

of silver roads,

silent lakes

& birch trees dripping in gold. 

Suddenly a field

with hundreds of swans 

 gathered 

before taking flight

to faraway lands.

The most spine-tingling

sight & sound

imaginable. 

We land in my parents' quiet house

& fill it with all that noise & bustle

that a family with children

tends to without even noticing.

They don't seem to mind.

There's tenderness in their eyes.

Traces of autumn everywhere you look,

silently nudging to a quieter place inside.

If summer fills you with a certain restlessness,

autumn seems to bring you back home.

The odd thing is that as a rest takes hold of heart & soul,

it's as if you gain wings to soar.

A silence & a pulsating feeling of freedom.

x