Pink

A delight for this little one to be immersed in her favourite colour as she organised her things.   A treat to share a pink cup cake with aunty Ali.

the extravagant use of angels

During a fun little trip to Paris, we were peering at the metro map, trying to work out how to get to the Eiffel Tower. A kind french couple, before we had had a chance to figure it out, were offering to help us with which train to get, the quickest way there, how to work the ticket machines, and before we knew it we were clutching our tickets and on our way.

We could have worked it out, we have navigated the London Tube for years, but these two just stepped in, bringing unexpected ease to our moment. They had kind faces, smiles, and blue sparkly eyes. Somehow this moment really stuck with me. They got on the same train as us, and I watched them. They somehow captivated me. Of all the beauty of Paris, somehow this kind pair had grabbed my attention and I kept thinking of them, bizarrely, days later. 

"There was something slightly angelic about them. I think they might have been angels!" I said to my husband. "That would be a slightly extravagant use of angels!" he said. Yes. I loved that. The extravagant use of angels to unnecessarily bless the everyday. To make the simple mundaneness of finding our way a little more blessed. Thank you. 

Photo credit: Photo taken by Matt Kendall 

collecting

We've been collecting a lot of things this autumn.   Beautiful treasures in our city spaces and we've had time to stop and look at the detail of each one.   The rings on the smooth surface of the chestnut coloured conker.    The fallen acorns nestled in their little cases, balanced on stick thin branches.   The leaves, turning from green to yellow, to orange and red and brown.   We're soaking up the colours before they go underground and we have to wait again.      

lost days found

I had had a day that needed redeeming, so in the early evening light I went for a walk. This moment gave back to me what could have felt like a 'lost day'. The light was so beautiful, I was stopped in my tracks, and my day became a different one. 

A day with a moment of thankfulness and looking upwards.

I must take myself out of those kinds of 'lost' days more often, and stop and let my day be redeemed by the straightforward beauty of a moment.

field flowers

A fleeting moment, captured.   Delicate petals being examined as they blew in the wind.

deep seeing

The art of seeing deeply, giving thanks and knowing joy... 

such good things to be curled up in bed on a rainy summer saturday morning pondering. 

reaching for the moon

A perfect moon hung in the sky over the festival. A small child, held in his mothers arms next to us, was captivated. His little arms stretched out long, hands grasping, his wide eyes fixed on his goal - to touch the moon, take it in his hands and bring it close to himself. 

"It's no use" his mother said "he wants the moon!"

His determination and belief in the possibilty were so refreshing...