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Venus Beauty

I’m calling this Womb Wednesday, for the All as we All connect to the Universal Womb and the Mother’s Womb, whether we refer to the womb as our physical bowl, our emotional chalice, our dark womb, our shadow, the season of the winter womb or the Moon phase of the Dark Moon. This week Venus has been strong in my awareness, I have been gazing up at the night sky looking for this visible Light, the one the physical eye can identify. But the cloud, fog and rain create a veil. As I continued to look longingly, I thought Looking for Venus is an internal venture. So what does this mean? Goddess Venus represents beauty, so looking for Venus in the dark, in the winter is a profound notion. As we look for beauty in all things, in the everyday, within ourselves, what do we find? In winter this looking for beauty within contains stillness, a pause, reflection. Beauty that Venus can bring at this time is the embodiment of Self Love, Appreciation and a deeper connection to celebrating the Glorious You.


Weekly Writing Challenge: Blog Your Block

Garden Show



Jasminum grandiflorum
Spiralling with no decorum
Braiding lilac tree of purple
Interlacing to encircle

Underneath the scented tree
Dances the honey bee
Tall heads of lavandula
Sway with small petunia

The garden wall displays a banner
Of pink clematis montana
Soft pastels parade and flatter
Like the prunus serrulata

Pirouetting ballerinas
With skirts of white gardenias
Elegant show of fashion
Intently and with passion

Classic petals of the rosa
Hug together much closer
For perfumes made in summer
In a jar, for dear Mother

Garden of timeless botanics
Stimulating with aromatics
Memories conjured by smell
Casting a magical spell

Photograpy by JTS@Medicinalmeadows


Weekly Photo Challenge: On The Move

On The Move




As colours float by
See the dancing butterfly
Let flight now begin
With a flutter of the wing

To paint the world in bold
A portrait to behold
Violet, blue and yellow
A vision so mellow

Calm consumes the mind
Nothing to seek or find
One beauty starting new
And now, so can you


Weekly Writing Challenge: Flash Fiction

Weekly Writing Challenge: Flash Fiction

Path to a Dream

The paths lead to high rockery beds
Under azalea trees of pink pompom heads

The higher the paths the clearer the views
Of rolling mountains and snow tops too

Walk downward through daffodils, snowdrops on display
The lower paths yield to colours that pave the way

In a carpet of yellow, a half-moon seat
Under trees and patterns a glorious treat

The steps direct to mountains and skylines of blue
The windy path, to a fountain of quiet will do

With a field and a gate that entices the feet
To a hidden tarn in the summer heat

With tall grasses, a stillness, reflections, so calm,
And swans watch as the sun beams down to charm

An abandoned shack once had a boat
That glided the water and slowly did float

Where you and I could have slept the night
The full moon would have glistened and beamed so bright



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Weekly Writing Challenge: Time for Poetry











Weekly Writing Challenge: Time for Poetry

Place of Solace

High winds challenge the beams
Drafts that succumb the seams
Candles dance, sway and flicker
Sunlight appears as glitter

Stone pillars up high captures
The ceilings heavenly rafters
Glimpses of small angelic faces
Wings of cherubim’s hiding places

Sandstone patterns in lattice
A gemstones emulating facets
Rainbow light beaming down
On a crucifix, a thorny crown

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Weekly Writing Challenge: Golden Years

A Sheltered Age

For this week’s writing challenge, we’re asking you to explore what age means to you. Is the loss of youth, or the cultivation of wisdom? Do things get better as you grow older, or worse? There are many ways to interpret age, often depending on your relationship with the passing of time.

They lived near a farm by a hill and an old oak tree. There were no cities, no busy roads just one street of houses with gardens. The street was a dead end, and stopped at a field with a view of never ending fields.
These children spent their days climbing the old oak tree.  Listening to the wind from a den in the hedgerows and playing made up games. No separation of society existed, no wealth dictated.  They played from morning til dusk in holidays and weekends and after dinner on school days. The youngest were cared for by the oldest and no jealousy, bigotry or bias existed. Hand in hand they stayed together harmoniously with laughter and  joy to be heard by the neighbours at their creations of go carts, roller skating, and teaching the young ones to ride a bike.
Years passed, some families moved house. Older children went to college or working and pandemonium ensued as societies world invaded their lives with heartache, disappointment, failure, depression, anxieties and turns of dilemmas. Their world did not exist with such irreverence and their abilities to master the human negativities had not been passively aquired in early years.  Where was the compassion for your playmates now? The care for your juniors? The passion for all to be happy?  Life infiltrated their existance with a world of experiences childhood had not exposed.  The world seemed hard with no hand to always pull you higher up the tree. Push you further up the hill and shout with you louder in the skating ride to below.
But adult life teaches us to move onwards and those childhood years mean that we know to seek true friends,  a well meant gesture, and an extended hand means possibility. The childhood years are always there to remember the street with a view of a hill and a tree and memories of listening to the wind in a hedge and being of the meadow gang society.

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Weekly Writing Challenge: Threes

Weekly Writing Challenge – write a post using three photographs for inspiration

A walk through an old train tunnel leads out onto a hill overlooking the sea.  From the hill it is possible to see the mountains and the view along the coastline leads to old Pillboxes now sloping into the sea, the elements
now removing them from their watch posts.



pill boxes

These brick defences
Old and neglected
So crumbles the earth
Foundations defective

Service now rendered
Structures forgotten
And waves take over
As masonry is rotten

The elements now move
Buildings of the past
So time, sand and sea
Mean they will not last