Oh the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone. They were waiting for me when I thought that I just can’t go on. And they brought me their comfort and later they brought me this song. Oh I hope you run into them, you who’ve been travelling so long. Yes you who must leave everything that you cannot control. It begins with your family, but soon it comes around to your soul. Well I’ve been where you’re hanging, I think I can see how you’re pinned: When you’re not feeling holy, your loneliness says that you’ve sinned.
Well they lay down beside me, I made my confession to them. They touched both my eyes and I touched the dew on their hem. If your life is a leaf that the seasons tear off and condemn they will bind you with love that is graceful and green as a stem.
When I left they were sleeping, I hope you run into them soon. Don’t turn on the lights, you can read their address by the moon. And you won’t make me jealous if I hear that they sweetened your night: We weren’t lovers like that and besides it would still be all right, We weren’t lovers like that and besides it would still be all right.
I’m really enjoying still life painting at the moment. I have always loved the intriguing metaphysical qualities of the work of Georgio Morandi and Juan Sánchez Cotán and they inspire and instill a sense of peace and mystery.
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I heard it in the wind last night It sounded like applause Chilly now End of summer No more shiny hot nights It was just the arbutus rustling And the bumping of the logs And the moon swept down black water Like an empty spotlight
From ‘For the Roses’ Joni Mitchell.
Painting ‘Joni at the Window’ by Alice Mason. In my Etsy shop:
For as long as I can remember I have been pursued by wanderlust, pulling me gently away by the hair..
However this past year I have been forced to be thankful for the beauty of where I live and every day I try to walk, whether through sun, rain, mud or snow. Today was the hardest walk of them all. From Hastings old town through Ecclesbourne Glen to the rocky beaches only accessible by precipitous paths on foot. It was the most challenging walk, although the sun was beautiful, the air blessedly cool with no wind at all. The mud made it even harder on the incrediby steep rocky paths, trying to navigate in wellies. Pretty humbling. At times I felt defeated, but it was so worth it when I climbed that final hill and threw myself on the grass just before the sun went down.