Writing in Light betwixt beautiful Edinburgh & English Lakeland
Some days and nights seem to ask of us that we turn down the volume on News reports and uninvited thoughts and listen to – and be held by – the great silence of resting space. Often, even.
I am thankful for the silent music of the night. Quiet reflection and slowly revolving and renewed perspectives are as food for souls.
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… for all you lovely ones who light up others’ lives – filling the world with fresh hope and cheer. Thank you. May you have a rich dose of the giggles today and every day 😊🙏x
There are moments in all our lives when we find ourselves awestruck – aware of unexpected encounter we understand has changed something deep in us, without quite being able to recall the detail. Somehow awakened to ‘otherness,’ somehow knowing ourselves called to quiet contemplation in the midst of the everyday. Conscious of all our unknowing, but on the cusp of something, and content to be awestruck anyway …
My little red adventurer and I checked in with the Lakeland weather forecast earlier today. Present blue sky’s a bit of a short-term blip in a (more usual for January) sea of grey, they say. So we set out to capture a few snapshots – reminders of light and warmth to come, and perhaps of glad company with whom to sing: ‘it’s gonna be a bright, bright sunshiny day …’ ☀️🌿
Of course it’s a shame that the Caribbean leg of MS Borealis’ voyage to the Americas had to be curtailed, but what a glorious Lakeland day not to have missed! Beautiful sunrise and sunset are to be enjoyed on land as well as at sea. The backdrop to majestic Blencathra tonight would have stirred JMW Turner …
the Moon now appears
tentative and shy but will
soon enough rise high
I shall miss my first coffee of the day here in this library – one that, literally, transports people to new worlds! This morning I’m thinking of a conversation before dinner last night.
Her face illuminated by sunset, leaning on the stern rail aboard MS Borealis, a fellow ocean lover told me: ‘every morning, when I open my eyes, I ask myself “what’s the best that might happen?” – and pretty much every day outshines whatever I imagined.’
And here comes sunrise! Thank you, Borealis ☀️🙏
How can I keep from singing?
Enya
I love that, with every lap of MS Borealis’ promenade deck, the light changes are constant and dramatic. This is something that lives in my memory – and calls to me – when back on terra firma! 😎🛳✨
I can not help but
smile back whenever I catch
happy sight of hers
wind in my wheels 🌱 