healingwords: poetry for the soul

  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.