Monday Mandala

 

Joining Cathy of Rambling in the Garden for her ‘In a Vase on Monday’ international Garden Party. I love this meme so much and enjoy seeing what gardeners from all over the world pop in a vase every Monday.

My garden has slipped way down the list of priorities this year and I don’t have many flowers growing at the moment. Yesterday was the first day for ages that circumstances aligned for me to be able to spend the whole day tackling the jungle it has become. As I cut back, slashed and weeded, I saved the few flowers I found and plonked them in jam jars hoping to be able to make up a vase for today ….

I looked at this sorry collection and realised something was needed for added value.

 

So I lay one of my paintings-in-progress on the floor and then I drifted off into a very happy place playing with petals and leaves

 

 

Click on the photos if you would like to see them larger.

The centre is the beginning of a crochet mandala in cotton called ‘Sol’ by

Zoya Matyushenko

You can see the beginning of this mixed-media-mandala in yesterday’s post.

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The words are a quote I have adapted from the book ‘Conversations With God’ Book 2 by Neale Donald Walsch, the quote is “a woman hears the melody of flowers in the wind”, but I wanted to change it so that everyone could relate to it.

Little Miss M (5) was here a few days ago, she loves to have music playing – her favourite at the moment is ‘500 miles’ by the Proclaimers, she says she wants to walk 500 miles with me – now there’s an ambition! We were both dancing to the song and she looked out at the wind blowing through the plants in the garden and said,

“Look Granny, the garden is dancing with us!”

 

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In a Mandala on Monday

Celebrating Leycestra Formosa

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Joining ‘In a Vase on Monday’ and Cee’s Flower of the Day.

I wish I could remember where this quote came from, I think it might be one of  Tich Naht Hanh’s

 

Silent Sunday

“Those who can not hear the music think the dancer is mad”

Thoughtful Friday

 

 

 

…..walk from Stinsford Church

Following the path alongside the river

I love the way the trees form an arch and the way the winter sun slants in to light the way

emerging as we near Lower Bockhampton

and turn back when we reach the bridge

and take a left fork in the path

ooo00000 those reflections – they always get me, and I just have to stop and look, and watch the light play on the surface of the water

 

and when I can bring myself to leave, we head back cross the water meadows

 

under a clear blue sky

which reminds me of when I was having Life Coaching some years ago and my Life Coach, Duncan, gave me the phrase                        “to see a clear sky, in detail”          

 

 

 

past quintessential thatched cottages and grazing swans

and past the old sluice gates

 

 

still lying midfield.

There’s something about rusty old contraptions that make me feel like I want to sit down and draw them – anyone else fascinated ? 

they seem like sculptures of history to me.At the end of the meadow through a muddy gateway, and back into town.              I realise I do much more walking in the Winter. It must be because gardening takes up so much time in other seasons.                                                                     You can see the beginning of the walk here.