Archive for June, 2011


Midsummer has been and gone, but for us, summer is only just starting.

Long days of spontaneous joys and laziness lie ahead.

And, best of all, the dazzling delights of late evening sunsets

Lie ready to unfurl their colours

And make us gasp in wonder.

For more spectacular skies, please visit: Skywatch.

Dancing with bells and sticks

They swooped in like feathered birds, wearing colourful rags and masks.

They whirled and twirled with bells on legs and shoes.

These are Morris Dancers, performing old-age dances that some say even the Druids performed at Stonehenge during the summer solstice.

The leader of this group of dancers looked fearsome.

Musicians dressed in black played wild music.

I fell in love with the beauty of the accordion.

Some groups of Morris Dancers dress in white and dance with handkerchiefs.

Others dress in feathered rags and dance with sticks that they knock against each other.

When I was younger, I thought that Morris dancing was for nerds.

But now I appreciate the tradition of a dance that binds the past with the present.

There is a bit of insanity in dancing that does everybody a great deal of good.  ~Edwin Denby

These are the Morris Dancers I saw at the Steyning Fair in May when I was in England.

For more traditions, please visit: My World.

Swimming into the sunset

What better way to celebrate the long light evenings of a Swedish summer

Than enjoying the sunset

And then diving into the broken yolk

Of the golden sun – at ten o’clock in the evening?

For more golden moments, please visit: Camera Critters.

Sky of love

Is there anything more touching than the love between a little brother and his big sister?

The most precious things in the world are not our possessions but those golden moments that we feel in our hearts.

For more love, please visit: Skywatch.

A day in the life of a Viking

Last month, I accompanied Anklebiter 1 on her class outing to Gunnes Gård, a reconstruction of a Viking farm.

We travelled a thousand years back in time by donning the clothes Vikings wore back then

And following an age-old path through the woods.

Suddenly, the air was split with the sound of a horn and a woman appeared before the old Viking gods blowing a horn.

It was a magnificent moment.

After leaving some small offerings to the gods and learning more about them, we were all given new Viking names for the day.

Living the life they lived a thousand years ago meant no electricity or phones, a lot of hard work around the farm and gardens,

Making bread over an open fire

And eating the most delicious lunch in a dim smoky old farmhouse.

When it was time to go home, the entire class groaned in disappointment.

Sometimes living life in another person’s shoes and shedding your own can be most enjoyable.

And there’s nothing like living history to really understand it.

For more new perspectives, please visit: My World.

Good manners

Manners make the person and a little courtesy goes a long way.

No one is ever too big to be kind or polite

Although some might be too small.

It helps too if you know how to sit delicately with your legs crossed

While waiting patiently for others to learn from you.

For more well-mannered animals, visit: Camera Critters.

Golden motes of light


When the light is just right

And the shadows weave a tapestry with the sun —

If you take the time to look closely and marvel

Even the humblest sight – like a cloud of midges –

Can become a magnificent and beautiful cloud of gold dust

Reminding us that we all have hidden depths and beauty within.

A cloud of midges glowing in the sunset

For more golden moments, please visit: Skywatch.

The graveyard

Last year, I visited a really ancient church near the ruins of Bramber castle (in England).

It never ceases to amaze me how people built churches with their bare hands as a stone monument to their faith and determination.

The old grave stones stick out of the ground like crooked giant’s teeth.

There is a sense of peace and history as you walk around the church.

We meet a fox and he stops, looking at us for several minutes without moving – as if trying to communicate something.

When he moves off, we continue our walk.

I wonder why so many of us like graveyards?

Is it because they remind us to feel thankful that we are still so alive?

Or is it the sense of lives lived that we find soothing – and the reminder, perhaps,

That a life lived well and with kindness is long enough.

For more life, please visit: My World.

Hot dogs

It seems as if only a few short weeks ago, we still had snow on the ground.

Wait a minute, it was only a few weeks ago!

The heat came on suddenly, hardly giving spring a chance to do its thing.

Oscar feeling the heat...

When I say it’s hot, I mean it’s hot for here.

29 C for us is probably someone else’s winter – I do realize that.

However, it’s been much hotter indoors as our boiler went haywire and decided to pump out as much heat as possible — 24 hours a day.

Our house is designed to keep in the heat so it was like living and sleeping in a sauna.

A hot dog we met out on a walk...

Ah well, there is only one solution to the problem… if you’re a dog called Oscar.

(As for us humans, a nice man came and fixed the boiler.)

For more long-tongued creatures, please visit: Camera Critters.

Flight of souls

Is there anything more peaceful, more spiritually uplifting

Than feathered hope taking wing?

If you could untie your wings and free your soul, you and everyone around you would fly up like doves. — Rumi

For more serenity, please visit: Skywatch.

And if you love water, please check out Jillsy’s latest challenge!