Love means different things to each one of us and yet it is something which we all strive to find.
It can be all-consuming and heady.
Love opens eyes to the beauty which surrounds.
It is the sound of birdsong early in the morning. It is an illuminating pearl moon in a midnight sky or the sweet floral aroma from a bluebell wood.
Love is a hand which reaches out in bad times as well as good and gently lifts you up when you are low.
Love does not dwell on imperfections but sees through them.
Love is two people with a shared vision and mutual desire to grow old together.
It is forgiving of mistakes and praising in times of achievement.
Love is the giving of a heart.
Love is keeping a heart safe from harm, protecting its fragility.
Love is a working progress, it is powerful and energising but it needs encouragement to grow and bloom.
Love is a gift and all those who have it are truly blessed.
Written to celebrate the Marriage Of Mr & Mrs Selden – 8th March 2014
By Sarah Colliver
I know I have been slack
But I hope to now be back.
I have missed the inspiration
That you find here -from every nation!
I hope to find more time and flare
To read, write and with you share.
You have so much to say and show
Such huge amounts I wish to know.
From now on I will strive to be
A WordPress blogger regularly!
Sometimes it seems as though I float alone,
It is like watching a film of my life playing out-
I can see it all happening but I am not in control.
My arms reach out to those I love,
But they cannot see my pain.
I want to plant my feet onto the ground,
To sense the safety of standing firm together
And yet I cannot reach the floor.
Truly I am blessed, I am told this all the time
But the dark place takes my ability to see.
When I am in the midst of this lonely time
I long for sunny days when I sing to myself.
The days when I seek out others for warmth-
When I return to me.
English: Two left hands forming an outline of a heart shape against a blue sky. Both hands are wearing a similar wedding ring. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Is LOVE two people facing in the same direction?
Pulling one another from the depths of despair?
Is LOVE basking in the glory days?
Switching the light on when darkness descends?
Is LOVE enjoying a shared meal whilst righting the wrongs of the world?
Accepting faults and embracing differences?
Is LOVE keeping safe another’s heart and holding close the secrets of marriage?
Allowing potential without expecting change?
What is LOVE to YOU?
Yes, it is true. For now I have removed Peggy from Amazon. ”Echoes from the Past” is no longer available in the original format. Peggy will be back in the new year in a more polished and complete package of a novel. I am really looking forward to this next step and will keep everyone posted with publication dates. Every word of encouragement and message of support means so much to me. Thank you. WATCH THIS SPACE!
Fog which creeps and drapes its shroud
Rolling in like the tide.
A grip which tightens, slows your pace
Vanishing -whole villages (remember Brigadoon?)
Implying empty space where there is none.
Lingering before dissipating into the abyss.
What really lurks beyond the fog:
A brisk walk in Ruardean Hill, Forest of Dean, turned out to be an inspiring cure for my hangover. We were walking to the symphony of the wind thrashing through the treetops whilst the leaves crunched beneath our feet. Jess our Beagle stopped frequently to munch upon the glut of blackberries looming just at snout level, proving too tempting to ignore for her highly sensitive nose. Wild boar are never far away in our area – the evidence left behind is the freshly turfed up grass all around. It does not have to be sunny or warm to enjoy nature and our surroundings. I went out today in full waterproof gear (not the most glamorous look!) and thoroughly enjoyed our midday stomp and found that indeed my hangover eased in the fresh forest air.
Clear away those cobwebs.
Let the fresh breeze clear your mind.
Feel the liberation
While the wind carries your cares
Like leaves caught in the air.
Fill your body-
Breathe in the fresh pine scents.
Walk your path of destiny
Push through the stumbles of life.