healingwords: poetry for the soul

Letting go of regret frees us to enjoy the present and future. I t is never too late to make up for lost time. Love is always the answer. 

Dream time, to fly away, meet lost loves, find answers to the deepest questions, awake to face the future with truth, courage and love.   

  I am reminded that there is nothing as precious as the time we are granted to live our lives. It is easy to fritter this away, waiting for the time to be right, not appreciating that the time is now. 

From Paris to Blackpool Pier, memories flow as day breaks and the witness awaits.  

  More nights caught in the other world of dream time, waking to capture conversations, remember what for a while was reality. 

  A simple but important message, do not wait to let your people know they are loved. Do it now. 

 

Inspired by waking dreams and the morning sun dripping silver onto the Mediterranean.  

 Witness to the shining of the light. 

At a time when hope is needed more than ever, the simple pleasures of nature bring me joy. Every year I feel the light of spring with the arrival of the swallows after their epic migration from South Africa. I have spent an anxious few weeks now waiting for their return to the village after reading reports that many had not survived the spring storms. Yesterday I saw the first swallows swooping over my roof terrace, not yet in their normal numbers but I hope more are on their way.  Once again, for another year, I am missing the bluebells. They are another sign of hope and love, a sea of sky blue carpeting the woods, reminding me of my childhood, my loved and lost and special times my own children and dear friends. Maybe next year I will walk in the bluebells.

Leaving our fears behind as we walk into the light, as ever the word is love. 

   

May your hearts' desires shine bright to the stars  in love, peace and light.   All my love to my family, dear friends and everyone who has inspired, encouraged and supported me during this difficult year. 

Loss is part of our human experience, most of us will suffer the death of people we love during our life and face the long process of grieving. There are times when our loved ones are quietly remembered with love and smiles and other days when their absence is a struggle. It helps me to know they are always with us, in our memories, in our dreams, in our daily lives. 

It is hard to believe 5 years have passed without my wonderful Dad, although as I write the word 'without', aware of him looking down at me from the mantelpiece, I know he is still with me and always will be. 

Dream time, back in bluebell woods, standing on a sea washed shore as dawn rises, holding hands in peace, love flowing, promising to witness the dream as we wake to a new day. 

  Never be afraid to say what you feel, how ever crazy it seems, whatever the fear of ridicule. Our story is our truth, our dream world reflects reality,  sharing brings healing and peace. 

 The dreams linger, half formed in the half light, waiting for the call to turn dream worlds into reality. 

At this time of year when unrelenting heat dries the land and the trees and countryside wait for autumn rains, I long for the cool green of the North, where I visit in my dreams. 

There is a brief moment when the setting sun slips away, the moon is rising, stars are starting to blink and I am lost in the depths of perfect blue. Gloaming more usually brings to mind winter oak woods, crows flapping at dusk, the moon through bare branches but today the word was given to me and it seems a perfect fit for the Spanish twilight.    

 

 When all seems dark, love is the answer. Follow the light. 

  I am blessed by nature, living near to both mountains and sea, able to lose myself walking in trees. The wind on my mind, whistling seemingly impossible dreams. 

  Lost again in the dream world, where all is possible, peace and healing flow as golden as the setting sun on the sea.  We only need to wake and remember. 

The healing power of nature as our troubles are washed out to sea, love and forgiveness bringing peace. 

  I am still haunted by the thought that tomorrow maybe too late, as others have said so well in words and song, say it now, heal the hurts, find peace in our hearts. 

Remembering my mother on her birthday. My grandchildren and I tinkle the wind chimes, as she always did when walking by in her garden. 

The desire to connect with our lost loves, to speak with them one more time, to say the words that were never said and find peace is one that I imagine we all feel at times. If only they were the other side of the mirror looking back at us.  

  I had little hope of seeing the sun on a damp and cloudy day. It came out as I walked through this arch  of holm oak, the winding ivy and mossed stones glinting, lighting the path onwards. The peace and serenity I felt stayed with me as these words came to my mind in dream time.