It has been such a long time since I have blogged properly.Today I just want to draw attention to the school meals blog called Never Seconds written by a nine year old girl Martha Payne - her local council did try and ban her from continuing with it even though her school were encouraging her and this is partly why I am promoting it. She has raised a lot of money for charity along the way. Do visit, the idea is brilliant and what a great way to start her career in journalism. More power to her and to the freedom of speech..........
I am sorry I have not been visiting blogs of late but am pleased to say I am back to normal wellness now and I have given up my job so I shall have more time for writing and pursuing my many other interests. I shall miss the borrowers at the library and the books but hope to retain my links with both.
I shall finish with a poem. It is about my home in Wales but the picture (above) is not of my cottage it is in fact a cottage in my spiritual home (Ireland). I stumbled on this very fine artist Donald Curran - do check out his paintings.
There I have given you two very fine places to visit on this wet and windy summer's day.
More power to you,
Ty yr Gof
I’m old now, set in stone and slow to heat,
needing a flame within,always burning,
to warm my heart and circulate my blood
but mine’s a kind of beauty that can snare
those with a soul.
I sit beside the Dulas bank, I watch
her waters rise and fall; for ever and
ever over stones without end she will
whisper or roar, she will amble or race.
Centuries of heartbeats have drummed down deep
within my walls; births, deaths, peace, war, through storms
and calm and all that bravely goes between
I have been loved.
Did I neglect to mention the mountains?
They surround me on all sides, they fold me,
they hold me and they share all my secrets,
strengthening my spell with the power of peace,
cast beneath the magic of the Dulas moon.