Handy Stick Face...

There were times during some conversations
 when Rozie had trouble getting the right sort of look on her face.
Mostly the trouble was when she understood things
 that she coudn't really discuss,
because the other person was hostile or in denial
or had such strong inflexible opinions.

At these times she wanted a happy, understanding
 plesant face on a stick.
So she had time to process what she was thinking
and decide on the best course of action.
Before her friend had time to say something like...
"what's that look all about?"

Perspective...

It seems that the more freedom you have,
the wider your perspective becomes.

Just A Reminder...

Wear a smile in your heart...

Scars...

Rozie thought of scars as  visible reminders
 of where we've been healed.


As opposed to wounds which are all about the pain we suffer now.

Scars  mark what we've been through
 and how we've moved on.

They're about getting from a painful place to a peaceful place.

Moments...

Rozie started to see things that she'd previously glossed over,
or driven past, on the way to somewhere important.
She began to open up to the little moments
 that are just there waiting to greet your heart
with beauty and wonder.
Moments that offer a glimpse of the misty centre of the woods,
 all quiet and majestic in the morning light,
still with ancient time.
she wondered at the potential for beautiful moments...

Gravi "Tea"...

The drink for when it feels like everything's coming down.

Nest...

Nest...

Empty Nest...

New Nest...

It's kind of temporary,
 it's about safety, purpose...
 instinct.

Cozy no extras,
a place of nurture...

Then to be set free to fly.

Until Tomorrow...

I sit in my small corner of the world,
up high...perched on cane and curved iron...
the view is beautiful.
I watch the glowing sun set and sink through layers of pale yellow,
 deepening orange and gold to mauve violet and grey.
The tree, large and outstretched across the vista is velvet black,
 like a cut out, stark, detailed and delicate.
The lower hedge, grown out of control...
has long fronds that sway in the wind  driving up the valley,
 it waves hello and goodbye all at once.
The changes take time and at every turn, there are things to notice.
The city gradually starts to twinkle.
The tiny lights get brighter and brighter,
even the smallest pin prick is of interest.
The colours and reflections merge
 and even the happy waving hedge blends and disappear again....
until tomorrow.
Many things mark the passing of time.
 The beauty of a sunset is a marker of  change and progression
  that if you let it...
will take you to a deep and beautiful place,
a space that is all at once familiar and a discovery ...
all in the space of a breath.