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.

Follow Your Heart...

If your heart is free ...it will lead you to unexpected places.

Sometimes less is more, and sometimes it's not...

Rozie caught up with a dear old friend.
As the drinks and nibbles were ordered,
 she pondered on the size of the servings,
  the lack of service and the number of drinks left on the bar,
( due to their contents being undrinkable.)

The conversation was bright, exciting and intriguing.
At one point they discussed the concept of minimalism,
( in relation to architecture.)


In the end Rozie thought  how expensive it can be to have nothing.

Happy Drops In The Midst Of Madness...

Just thinking about all those little positive "sound bites"
of clever, warm, thoughtful, reminders of how to deal with life.

In other words "Happy Drops".

And how when you're faced with a situation (read crisis, if not madness)
They just don''t cut it.

It's the hard yards, and you don't get the luxury of applying platitudes,
and an "over positive mind set",  to change the inevitable grinding up-hill path.

Wish it was easy but often it's like milling flour,
some things are going to get crushed.

Often necessary, but not pleasant.

Another T Shirt...

Easier said than done...
Often we're so used to carrying stuff around
 and dealing with things in the same old ways.

And as much as it's up to the individual in the long run,
 I really don't think it's possible to do it without support. 

Rozie ordered a drink, she fancied something to sip slowly,
she decided on a "Sweet Longing".
It was a mix of patience with a dash of hope,
poured slowly over ice.

Clari "Tea"...

The drink for when you want to clearly understand a situation...
Best taken on it's own, to avoid Calami "Tea".

Rozie wondered...

Sometimes people said things like "he was too grateful",
like it was some sort of insult or accusation.
It sounded as though the grateful person
 was going to spend all their time
 grovelling to, or sucking up to the person
who had done them some sort of kindness or favour.
A kind of  discreet division
where some people are one step down, and other people can
extend some sort of kindness and expect a lifetime of loyalty or debt.

Rozie didn't think that had much to do with gratefulness.
To her it sounded more like a class system.

Being Grateful...

Even in the most peaceful surroundings the ungrateful heart finds trouble.
Even in the most troublesome surroundings the grateful heart finds peace."



Mark and Angel.

Sinceri 'Tea'...

Simple, but not always available...

Singulari 'Tea'...

The favourite Tea of 'Maiden Aunts'...

Empty words...

Rozie thought about how beautiful and meaningful,
and important words can sound...
She realised that sometimes they are rather like bubbles,
all amazing and fascinating while they're floating around,
 but suddenly they go pop,
 and there's nothing there.