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... 

bluebell

Illegally picked from a museum garden : ( but I was totally disarmed when it was given to me with a great big smile & the words 'for you, mummy'.

New Shadows

Moving to a new place - quite a journey to get here in many ways - but so thankful for moments like these, a crisp, cold afternoon and the light in our new home.

reflecting

This was a precious moment last summer,  that I was recently reminded of when stumbling across this old photo. It was a moment of thinking, by a pond. 

It was a brief moment to stop, thank, anticipate what lay ahead, 

and the sun came to join me. A rich moment.

stillness

Simply enjoying the stillness of a frosty morning.

a moment of grace

I had just had a very difficult conversation. An outrageously hard one. One of those that leaves you angry, upset, dismayed and with hot, sad tears. I was driving to meet a dear friend, took a wrong turn and ended up having to turn into another street and saw where I had turned - into a gracious street. My anger melted a little, and then some more, as I smiled at this simple reminder to choose grace in this moment. 

I felt stopped in my tracks by a reminder of the beauty of grace.

autumn

Bright blue sky, unexpectedly warm sunshine after the rain, chopping vegetables outside, a little girl content for a moment with sorting parsnips and the promise of warming soup. I had the feeling in all my senses that Autumn has come again.