Posts tagged “angels

On sunlit wing

I love the way the sunlight

Can turn a gull’s wings

Into luminous ballet tutus.

It’s how I imagine the wings of angels look.

I’m away filming with work this week, so will not be able to visit or comment on your blogs.

On sunlit wing copy

For more sunlight, please visit: Our World.


Dog

We shall find peace. We shall hear angels, we shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds.  — Chekov

And sometimes, we find all three things in one:

A dog

Draped in a necklace of snowflakes.

For those of you who asked, yes – Oscar has his own Facebook Page.

For more wintry critters, please visit: Camera Critters.


The angels among us

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.

For more angelic stories, please visit: Our World.


Golden tones

Last week saw the end of term, the end of the school year. Our school always celebrates this milestone in our local church, which is 800 years old.

Was it the joy of the occasion – or just the light that made the violins glow?

Daughter with her violin

The soaring voices of angels singing made

Warm wood – the colour of honey – luminous against the backdrop of wet leaves on old glass.

And now, at last, the restraints of church are cast off

As children, tasting freedom and scraped knees and sun and ice cream,

Let their voices tumble out in golden laughter.


The wonder of clouds

The air up there in the clouds is very pure and fine, bracing and delicious. And why shouldn’t it be? It is the same the angels breathe.

— Mark Twain

Click the photo for a bigger and better version…

For more delicious skies, please visit: Skywatch!

I’m away this weekend, dipping toes into chilly water, singing, dancing and cloud watching – so please forgive me if it takes me a while to pop round and visit you.

And yes – I was actually wearing clothes (as opposed to nightwear) when I took this shot!


Angel at the window

Dog wags tail in anticipation of another day.

I open the door, not knowing what wonders this walk will unearth.

Fresh earth smell, luscious fragrance of summer blossoms

And a light that uplifts the spirits.

I look up — and spy an angel at the window.

Just then, the world is laid out at my feet

Full of possibilities.

Today I learned that angels paint with sound…and sing with colour.


For more angels, please visit: My World!