I love the light at this time of year.
It turns the ordinary into wonder –
Take the stem of a flower, for example.
Early morning flowers
Are turned into works of art
And dewy petals
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I love the way you can hold
The summer light in your hands
And pour it over
Wild fields of clover.
The light gives a perfect auburn background
For a lone flower in the sunset.
It caresses a tree trunk
With liquid honey
That spreads out to catch
The glow of a single shining strand
This is peace. This is love. This is Nature.
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It was one of those perfect spring evenings
When the sun made stars out of water
And Oscar made abstract art
Out of water pearls.
On the way home, I turned around
To see my daughter caught in the fairy glitter
And become one with nature.
The setting sun
Threw its golden drops
On grass and woodland flowers
As if to say: Stop. Look. Listen.
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That golden evening light
Painted a lovely picture of tower and sky
And lampposts that seemed to throw back
Golden orbs into infinity.
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When the morning light hits the trees
In just the right way;
When the blue bowl of the sky
Hangs like a silken canopy over the frozen lake;
And when the sun sets
In soft pastel purples…
Then … yes then!
Winter is a glorious place to be.
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I might not live anywhere special –
My little house is in a row
Behind the houses you see on the left.
But we do have a great location
Right by the lake.
And when the sun shines through
Magical frosted trees,
The skies — and all underneath them — suddenly seem so very lovely.
I’m so used to living here
That it was only when I walked out onto the iced over lake
And looked back
That I realized how very lucky I really am.
Like most things in life, a new perspective
Can promote appreciation and joy.
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Nature is a cathedral
And when the sun shines through the iced trees
They are frosted stained glass windows.
The grandeur of these spires
Never fails to amaze
And the dancing light of winter
Waltzes its way into the soul.
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A rare and magnificent gift from winter:
A cathedral of light.
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The skies over the past few weeks have been grey –
So I’ve been chasing down the light.
I found it framed in golden fog
Hanging over the lake;
It danced over the football field
On fairy rainbow feet.
And, there – at last -
Like a cold winter flower
It blossomed in rays of light.
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December 13 is a special day (Lucia):
It’s when the Swedes celebrate light over darkness
With the eating of Lucia buns
And special candlelit ceremonies with beautiful singing.
Even the skies spread a gorgeous light
To let us know that the sun will return
And to remind us of love and compassion
In the midwinter darkness.
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There is a special clarity in the light of early autumn.
It bathes roses in magical golden tones
And turns lavender into glorious purple works of art.
If you get up early enough, you can drink
The dew from shy violets
And enjoy the droplets on early morning roses.
My son loves the vibrancy of autumn leaves
And brings home some leafy sunshine every day after school
To put into a vase of water,
Crying every time the leaves curl up and die.
No better way to learn about the brevity and beauty of life, I suppose.
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I love the magical light of early autumn.
It’s honeyed and wispy;
And golden and sparkling.
And sometimes it twinkles like glitter
Before exploding into thick treacle.
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There is something magical
About entering the huge circular greenhouse
Where water lilies rise gracefully out of the shadowed water.
Strange plants grow around the walls
Sighing like discarded scarves.
If you’re lucky, you will see
The world’s largest water lily, Victoria Amazonica, in flower.
They only bloom twice – the first night, they are white,
The second night pink.
And there – can you see it? -
Is the perfect blue water lily
That inspired the imagination of Monet.
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It’s Midsummer — or the summer solstice –
When we celebrate the longest day and shortest night.
The sun still shines strongly at 10.30 at night,
Painting the sky with wisps of light
And sending coloured clouds of happiness and peace our way.
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When the light is right
And lies in golden ribbons on the water,
The ordinary (even if just the legs of a duck)
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Makes itself heard
With trumpets and song.
A Hallelujah chorus to life.
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Spring is all about
Flowers waiting to unfurl
And reach their full potential.
It’s about the lone wild daffodil
Growing on the shore of the lake.
It’s about the wild weeds
That are as beautiful as flowers.
(Yes – that’s Oscar in the background.)
And – most of all – it’s about
The magical light of being.
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If you wish for the light, be ready to receive it. — Rumi
Spring is on its way –
But only last week, the bright sun
And the feathered hoar frost
Turned the world into a black and white wonderland.
The sky may be bleached of colour,
But that frosted light is glorious!
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There are angels among us, but sometimes we don’t see them.
We rush past them in the streets, too preoccupied with our own lives.
Let’s meet a couple of them…
This man works hard – playing music for busy commuters on a daily basis -
And if children put a coin in his hat, then he serenades them with music and laughter.
You never leave him without a smile on your face.
A while back, another busker was sitting outside in the cold, playing his violin.
A group of children gathered round him, clapping, cheering and singing,
Their faces transformed by joy.
A lot of people saw just a homeless guy and a group of kids with Down’s Syndrome,
But I knew that they were the angels among us.
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Last week was the festival of St. Lucia.
Throughout Sweden, choirs of girls and boys dressed in white and bearing candles sing lovely songs about hope and comfort. And for a few moments, we stop and listen to the message they bring.
They sing about bringing light and hope to the darkness of winter;
About warmth and compassion in the heart of coldness.
Lucia is a time of lighting candles and remembering that we are like those candles -
A small thing, but one that can light the flame of another.
And as we give light to another, our own light increases -
Spreading the beauty, no matter how insignificant we are.
It’s about remembering that after the dark, the sun returns -
Just like we do.
(Oh – and it’s also about drinking spiced mulled wine and enjoying saffron buns!)
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It was one of those glorious autumn days
When the chill afternoon air turned
Breath to delicious smoke.
When my daughter met a new friend,
Isa, the New Forest Pony.
(The horse seems to be smiling, don’t you think?)
They rode into the sunlight
And round and round again,
While golden light – as thick as honey -
Made us thankful to feel alive.
(Sometimes you just have to hang onto that feeling of joy for as long as you can.)
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There is something glorious about the late September light.
It warms the heart
And lights up unexpected autumn cameos
In hidden pockets of the woods.
It unfurls ribbons of water
Inviting you to take a dip if you’re brave enough;
And, on the last day of September,
Its glorious golden rays turn the woods into a painting
That speaks of children climbing in the trees
All the way up to the sky
To touch that lovely light
And spread it to the world like laughter.
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Last week, we enjoyed the autumn equinox:
That time of year when day and night are equally long
And a kind of balance hums throughout the world.
The earth slowly spins
In and out of the light and dark -
Like a child dipping her toes into deliciously inviting water.
This is also a metaphor about life:
A dance of light and dark
With peaceful moments of balance in between.
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