Lifegiving Moments.

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Still and quiet, the whispers drift towards me, borne on placid lake waters.

Sunlit glimmers, pearlized soft blue and pink waters are picture framed in the squared wood lookout of the old bird watcher’s hide. Breathless, I gaze enthralled, the intense beauty unreal.

Startled I turn. I’m not alone. Joined by an old man, his face weathered as the wood beams. We speak in quiet tones of heron and egret, of terns and the ever-present grebe. We don’t look at each other as we speak, our gazes entrapped by still water, the play of light, and the gliding, skimming shapes of birds.

We speak of grandchildren, of I pads and smart phones, of the few still able to partake of the immense beauty of such golden moments.

River walk.

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The water it can teach you, if you linger so
Tell you of the secrets it learned so long ago.
Tell you how in flowing, rough rocks it wears away,
How to surf the rapids like a child within at play.
It does not try to force its way when stones obscure its course
It flows around, soft yielding, born from a humble source.
First born in the creation, preceding even light
It’s learnt in all its flowing not to put up a fight.
Transformed and recreated, cleansed and born afresh
It’s cycle oft repeated, it journeys on at rest.
T’was there at the creation, still it with us bides,
A glorious acquisition with all its waves and tides.
It dwells also within us, within each living thing
It cleans, refreshes, binds us, to all the earth as kin.
So listen to God’s waters, as they play a soothing tune,
And yield to higher purpose, of earth and man and moon.

Evening reflections.

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Tiny floating blossoms punctuate cool, blue water as I swim deliciously in the sky pool.
Towering sentinels far above catch the patterns of the declining sun.
Music echoes softly from bars and eating places cuddled below.
Sharp winged birds fly and swoop.
Towering black thunder clouds battle the sun, clues of what was once here.
Nature held at bay like the monkey leaping, its tiny offspring hanging below, for its leafy refuge at the guards approach, nature yet magnificent in her glory.
Europe dissipates amidst bright colours and resounding drums, vivid and resplendent.
Here in the quiet of the pool at days end, life pauses, suffused in blue sparkling water, soothing, calming the heat of the day.
The spirit imbibes.

Drifting in a world of magic.

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Shimmering white closes behind us, ahead concealing mist.

Trees hide behind shimmering, soft veils of light, shadowed echoes.

Carols ring out through the silence, mulled wine enhancing vocal chords,

Silenced by Christmas luncheon.

Water skims slowly by ornamented by clusters of ducks, a swan here or there.

All upstaged by the jeweled visitor, surveying us from his perch, streaking of, dazzling in his vest of emerald and midnight blue – a kingfisher dressed for the season.

(Thoughts on a Christmas canal trip with my fellow sailing volunteers.)

 

“The sky belongs to everyone – the best things in life are free”

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The words of this old, old, song came in my head today and I paused to reflect share a few of my favourite “freebies”. (Maybe you’d like to share some too.)

1)Top of the list has to be love. This one is absolute (in spite of the adverts.) You can buy sex, you might even be able to “buy” a beautiful wife or hunky candy boy, but money can’t make someone really love you (in fact real love, in its many forms tends to be more common among the poor.)

2)Next must come life. This is less absolute, as a lack of money for food, protection, medical help etc. can mean someone loses it, but the gift of life its self comes free to rich and poor.

3)Water. Now I know some enterprising multinationals are trying very hard to get control of this (something to look out for folks! Don’t let them do it – boycott bottled water.) But water has this wonderful tendency to drift right through their fingers, evaporating into the heavens and, replenishing its self, return as free rain. I love water!

4)Happiness. Again don’t be fooled by mass media and all those fake smiling face book or magazine pages. Things cannot make you happy, nor can money, so don’t spend your life chasing the illusionary carrot. I’ve lived long, and social observation is a hobby of mine (I like to learn about people). Whereas happiness can be found in rich homes now and then (generally you find someone with a big heart at the root of it) I’ve found it’s far more often a guest of the poor. (I heard Mexico rated as the happiest country in the world – Mexico??? They have it hard there. Happiness is pretty hard to do a survey on but the conclusion they came to is worth pondering.)

5)Then yes, there’s the sky. Every inch of land most places has its registered owner (especial here in the tiny UK lol!) but the sky is free. Anyone can look up anytime and enjoy it. Of course man has messed it up in some places with pollutions, but just get outside the purple haze and you can feast for free on clouds, light and pure colours.

So that’s my top five, would you like to add a few of yours?

Turn on the joy!

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They ask me why I’m happy, I must I guess confess,

I have a tap within me that spouts forth when it’s pressed.

A fount of sparkling water that does not come from me,

The spirit of the highest that’s in my heart you see.

When troubles oft’ oppress me they merely squeeze the valve,

To set the water flowing that all my cares resolve.

You too can have a facet to channel in the joy,

It’s free just for the asking for every girl and boy.

The love that flows within then, can wash away the hate,

Empty out the garbage cans and flood it through the gate.

It surges through your being untill a smile comes forth

So let it run my dear ones and never turn it off!

Hidden sunshine.

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The day is dull and cloudy, and yet there trails a song,

The water still and placid as the wind pulls us along.

The birds that circle over, tern, swallow and a goose,

The flapping of the sail above, the line that is too loose.

The laughter of my sailor as she spots one of her own,

His craft he’s proudly steering (though he’s also from the home).

Their lives are seldom sunny, each body has a flaw,

Yet the heart that dwells within them still causes them to soar.

The calmness of the water that stretches all about,

Must open up the spirit and let the joy come out.

 

(Thoughts on taking disabled folks sailing).

Wisdom of the waters.

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Learn the songs and wisdom of the waters. Did you know waters “sing”? Picture the pounding of ocean waves, a rippling stream, the soft flow of the river, even the rhythmic drip of a leaky tap.
Water sings in its yieldedness, rejoices in its path, not fearful, for it cannot be destroyed only transformed. Sometimes solid and still, binding time in its grasp. Sometimes transformed to mist it vanishes, to journey on the breath of the wind. Becoming as nothing it takes wings.

Flowing on its journey it takes all contours and dimensions, the round, rocky pool, the turbulent river, the gushing falls. It does not change its essence, rather the obstacles through which it passes change, are transformed by its presence.

Enjoy water as it cleanses and invigorates. See yourself like a rippling brook, not big enough to drown in, but pleasant to the eye and ear, refreshing to the skin. Flow on the paths set before you seeking the lowliest ground, for there you’ll progress the fastest. Things around may be stagnant, unmovable (save for our presence) but our spirits, like water, can flow freely into any mould or shape.

Be Still!

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“We can make our minds so like still water
that beings gather about us to see their own images,
and so live for a moment with a clearer,
perhaps even with a fiercer life because of our silence.”

~ William Butler Yeats

~ Image by Jacq Christiaan

(“Stolen” from a friends face book page)