Sunday, 29 April 2012

Swirling - Ochre - Red

Aquamarine and Orange

As the rain falls and falls

As the rain falls and falls,
On this late April Sunday,
As the wind howls, and the
Fire crackles, and the trees
Shake, and the puddles fill -
Remember Saturday morning.

Sunshine and distant mountains.
Dogs excited by scents of deer,
Walking in our pyjamas through
The baby christmas trees.
You jumping the ditches,
Enjoying the walk after all.

Saturday, 28 April 2012

An emptiness

Leaving an emptines;
These things, leaving
In a RUSH of leaving.
A forceful explosion.

Emptying me;
Leaving me drained.
Let them leave as they will.
Let more rush away.

Emptying me.
Empty mind.
Empty body.
Empty heart.

And the rock still standing where it's been for a thousand years.

Tuesday, 24 April 2012

Adrift on a Strange Ocean

Here we float,
Adrift, on this strange ocean,
No paddles to steer with.
Unknown waters below.
No map to where we are going.

Monday, 23 April 2012

Everything is god

There is no God.
Everything is god.

I'm god. So are you.
These bedclothes.
Those sails.

Red earth. Clouds,
Sky. Still lake.
Fierce sea.

The worlds.
And without.

There is no God.
Everything is god.

Sunday, 22 April 2012


These knots we tie ourselves into.
Beautifully executed.
Holding us rigidly in place.
Keeping order.
Tight discipline.

Unknot me.
Let the ropes fall, loosely,
Easily to the ground.

Saturday, 21 April 2012

And tell me, did you know?

(oil pastel on paper)

And tell me, baby child,
Did you know this was there?

This fierce bloom waiting inside
To catch you, unaware?

Saturday, Saturn's day,
Sun shine, bird song and blue,

And, baby child, arriving
At the heart of this fire, you.

Thursday, 19 April 2012

The Human Condition

The way someone feels
About somebody else?
It's smaller and squishier
Than at first it appears.
Those feelings, - enormous,
Colossal, titanic -
Turns out they can turn
Quite pedestrian
Quite soon.
Until you look
At the person
Who meant everything,
Who you knew,
And those feelings
You knew would last
And you see -
Just another bloke.
And all those
Cinematic feelings
Reduce to indifference
Or worse.
You're in the small,
Squishy feelings now.
No more heavenly choirs.
Just the human condition.

Monday, 16 April 2012

Like Atlas

(oil pastel on paper)
Atlas was a Titan, who as a punishment, was condemned to carry the world on his shoulders.
Some days we all feel like Atlas. Why this heavy load? What are the gods punishing us for?
What if its not a punishment, but a privilige? Atlas is, in mythology, a symbol of strength and stoic endurance.

Sunday, 15 April 2012


Steep bank
Keep clear.

You know
When you're near
The edge.

The steep
Of emotions.

The one
You know
So well.

The bank
You plunge

The bank
You keep
Clear of.

Steep bank.
Keep clear.


(oil pastel on paper)

Monday, 9 April 2012

The Brave Prince

(a story by Andrew Howell age 7 and Krystyna aged - not much older)
In a castle, far away, there waa a magical sword that everyone wanted to have. But there was one prince who wanted it more than anybody else. But to get the sword, he had to fight a dragon.
The castle where the sword was hidden had two people inside it - a princess and a king. They were trapped in the castle by a dragon. The sword was hidden in the castle with them - but they did not know. They had not been outside to hear the legend. The legend of the sword that could kill even the most fiercesome dragon.
The prince was crossing a shallow lake on his horse when he saw smoke coming up from the castle. He didn't know where the smoke was coming from. He didn't know about the dragon. After the shallow lake, there was a deeper lake. A very deep lake. There was no way to cross unless you had a boat. Unless - maybe his horse could swim across the lake.
Bravely, they set across. They could see now that it was the dragon making the smoke. The prince felt scared. He knew he would have to fight the dragon.
As his horse stood dripping by the lake, the prince made his way to the castle. The dragon had flown off to Tesco to get some dinner. So the prince sneaked in. He tried to get the sword, but he couldn't. He had fallen in love with the princess at first sight. All he could do was stare at her.
The sword was hidden behind the cooker. The prince decided to cook a meal for the princess, because he loved her so much. He made pancakes, but as he flipped the pancake, it fell behind the cooker. Oh no! In panic, the prince pulled the cooker out. There was the sword!
He took the sword and he ran out with the princess and the king. Just then, the dragon came back from Tesco, carrying his shopping bag on his tail. The dragon was FURIOUS. this dragon was the oldest dragon in the world. He wore thick glasses so that he could see. As he swooped to sttack the prince, his glasses fell off and landed in the lake.
Unable to see, the dragon flew straight onto the sword which the brave prince was holding in the air. The sword pierced his cruel heart, and in an instant, he was dead.
The prince and princess got married, and did their shopping in Lidl ever after.

Friday, 6 April 2012

Just Space

(oil pastel on cardboard)

Nothing, really.
Nothing surrounding.
Everything surrounding.
Nothing ~ and everything.
Just ~ space.
Just ~ surrounding.

Wednesday, 4 April 2012

A New Vision of Time

What might a new vision of time look like? Feel like? What might it ask of me?

As I ponder these questions, these things arise:

I'm at the centre of time - I'm not lost in it.

I'm almost invisible - my " self" is not so important.

It's peaceful. See all the blue and white.

Time radiates out. Its not a line.

It smells like freshly laundered sheets.

It tastes like Chablis. Mineral and cool.

What might it ask of me? Release. Release of self image. Release control. Release expectation.



"Adrift in an Ocean of Time"
(oil pastel on paper)

Some great questions about time being asked. This post got me thinking.

My first thought on time? "not enough"

My wish? To stretch time.

My challenge? To live IN time, not outside it.

How might my life be different? Perhaps instead of being adrift in an endless ocean of time, searching for the lifeline to the centre, I might find myself in a place where "this moment is enough."

Tuesday, 3 April 2012

As Night Falls

(oil pastel)

Worlds, skies, mingling, mingling,
As night falls. We weep. Our world
- Asleep.

Sunday, 1 April 2012

and this is what I saw.....

Woke up this Sunday morning, didn't want to get up, wanted to stay in bed feeling terrible. My bones ached and my throat hurt, and I just wanted to get a cup of tea and stay in bed. But duty  beckoned with it's powerful call, and up I got. After collecting my son from where he had to be collected from, we went for a walk, our favourite walk, around the top lake at Vartry. I didn't want to walk, I wanted to go home to bed. But. Here we were. The dogs needed it. And I decided to really LOOK around me and see what I could see. And this is what I saw...

Sunlight  on the water. Sky, clouds, trees, all reflected perfectly

 This root caught my attention. The texture so smooth, and yet the root so bent.
 The path through the trees at the edge of the water

 The lake from a distance. Silage bales to the left. Farming. The process by which we get our food.

 My son walking across a fallen log

 .........and then sharing his ice cream with the dogs
This half decayed tree

It's evening now. I'm in a different part of the country. Those moments are gone.

"Live in the moment" they say.

A snapshot of moments.

A snapshot of life.