Floating on a warm summer breeze
Eternally rising and falling with the wind
Adventurously plunging in the deep
Tediously balancing on a stream of hot air
Happily watching the fields from up high
Eagerly spiralling upwards
Rejoicing in the bright sunlight
Waiting for it all to begin…
Restaurants filling up…
Queuing for tickets…
Belgian waffles, yum…
F’Acteur on his way to his first performance..
… enjoyed by everybody…
🙂
The Roping Fool in full swing…
He had quite an audience!!
Interior decoration…
… Of “La Boule Rouge”…
Street cafés
Street musicians..
Fancy stilts!
Strange animals…
The kids loved it!!
There were two, actually…
Invitation to the next show!
A friend shared this photo and I love it! Just look at the colours of the eggs… New life everywhere…
I am the silver line on the horizon
I am the song of the blackbird
I am the colours of the rainbow
I am the taste of homemade bread
I am the scent of summer
I am the deep blue of the sky in May
I am the touch of your hands
I am the voice of the lark
I am the warmth of the sun’s rays
I am No-Thing in All
‎”The soul loves silence because it is shy, and silence helps it feel safe. The soul loves laughter because it seeks truth, and laughter often reveals reality. But above all, the soul loves life, and both silence and laughter are life-giving.” ~ Parker Palmer
Thanks to my friend Sue for sharing this quote first! It really sets the mood for the weekend…
Seek beyond creation’s veil
Seek beyond
Look upon the sky so pale
Seek beyond
Search behind the clouds of your mind
Seek beyond
Seek and rest not until you find
Seek beyond
Gaze into a candle’s flame
Seek beyond
Pierce through the secret’s realm
Seek beyond
Patiently walk slowly on
Seek beyond
Spirit as your companion
Seek beyond
Hidden by a thick curtain of water
Ducking behind rocks
Peeping out carefully
Sheltering under bushes
Eyes bright between green leaves
Flitting from tree to tree
Crouching in the grass
Disappearing in a ray of sunlight
Growing in the womb of time
Unfolding senses one by one
Trying out slender limbs
Breathing slowly
Opening eyes of the heart
Stretching out hands
Gaining consciousness
I am
My soul is quiet now and still
I gaze over shadowy hills
Deeply drink my fill
Embrace the slight chill
O’ breeze’s frill
Life stands still
Photo curtesy of David Pitt
Happy memories…. Last year we spent some time on the Isle of Iona in the Hebrides. The boys were flying their kite and I took a photo of them against the evening sky. This is what my talented husband turned the simple photo into!
Have a look at his photos: http://lesoupir.wordpress.com
Quiet green poet, lover of trees and other wonderful creatures.
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