Blog, Condor, Grand Canyon, Poetry, Writing

A bird’s eye view of the Grand Canyon

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A break from the familiar this week.

An adventure into the distance with a difference, soaring, free above mammoth rock shapes…

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In front of me stretches a vast sight, the Grand Canyon. The profile of the rock is striking; it varies so much.

Some of the rock face has collapsed due to erosion and incredible shapes have been created in the rock.

I’m a condor and I’m perched on some rock, on top of the rim looking down into the canyon.

As I take off I drift, effortlessly across the sky, and look down onto the Colorado River below.

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As it winds through the majestic rock, it glistens in the sunshine.

I look up and see the clouds cast dark shadows onto the rock below.

The yellow and orange tinges of colour are contrasted by the dark shadows.

Yesterday the rain came and flooded everywhere; now the rapids are flowing faster.

Clouds covered the tops of the rock from view for a while.

The air feels really clean and fresh; it’s really peaceful here; I can hear the rush of the wind around my wings, as I soar higher into the sky.

It seems like I can fly forever here and see gigantic rock structures stretching into the distance for miles and miles.

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Blog, Poetry, Uncategorised, Writing

Visit to Fountains Abbey

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Revisiting a favourite place….Fountains Abbey, Ripon, North Yorkshire.

Visit to Fountains Abbey

 

Long distances we have travelled,

To experience this monastic splendour,

As we arrive, on this warm September day,

 

Pausing at the visitor centre,

Route mapped out by a welly clad woman,

Our journey starts on its final descent,

 

We are unaware of what lies ahead,

Into view appears an amazing sight,

A magnificent ruined abbey,

 

Explorers we become at last,

Amongst colossal columns and Gothic arches,

 

Reaching up with dizzying heights,

Shards of brilliant white sunlight,

Shine through vast windows,

 

Suddenly a flock of Jackdaws take flight,

Circling the tower in swathes of blackness,

Beyond a backdrop of brilliant blue sky,

 

Happiness engulfs our being,

Is it possible we are experiencing reality?

Or dreaming?

Poem by Nick

For more information about visiting this world heritage site, have a look at the link below.

Fountains Abbey National Trust website

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Alice in Wonderland, Blog, Lewis Carroll, Oxford, Poetry, Uncategorised, Writing

Looking back…

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In the next few weeks I’m taking a break.  In the meantime, I will be revisiting some of my favourite posts and hopefully yours as well.

I will be back to writing  fresh new posts again soon.

In the meantime I’m…

Dreaming of Spring 

Whenever I think of spring it reminds me of visiting the University town of Oxford in England.

Described as the ‘city of dreaming spires’ by poet Matthew Arnold, because of the amazing architecture of the university buildings. 

It’s an inspiring place; author Lewis Carroll wrote his famous novel Alice in Wonderland here in 1862.

The story is based on a girl called Alice who follows a white rabbit into a rabbit hole and arrives in wonderland.

During her adventure she goes to a mad tea party in chapter seven, or more popularly know as the Mad Hatters tea party.

Have you ever imagined what it would be like to fall down a rabbit hole and explore wonderland for yourself? Inspired by the tea party; I’ve written my own short story based on this idea.

Two Versions of an Amazing Dream by Nick 

A strong smell of tarmac rises from the ground. 

“Yes, that blue teapot tastes good, its made from blue chocolate!” 

From a car window a teacup is thrust out,

“Lovely tea dear, one sugar or two?” 

The ground is hazy, full of green, large, grass; it smells fresh.

Food spread over the grass; doughnuts with jam, pies covered in cream and a red jelly cake with a palm tree in the middle.

A recognisable face dressed as a orange bear eating pies. Cream all over his face. A clown face looks directly at her and disappears in clouds of cream. 

“Pies everywhere I go; I can see pies raining from the sky” Cream covers her, she can feel it on her nose.

Jane looks again at a large pillow. She is awake.

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As Jane walks along in the park a stranger rushes up to her and says

“Yes that blue china teapot tastes good, you have a similar one to mine, it was made of blue chocolate. All I can say is it tasted good, when can you bring me another to try?”

A car pulls up next to Jane, the window winds down and a passenger passes her a cup of tea.

 “Lovely tea, dear, one sugar or two?”

Jane’s vison blurs, she shuts her eyes, opens them, and notices in front of her a mass of green, huge blades of grass. 

She is laying on the grass now and in front of her is an amazing picnic. Doughnuts oozing with jam, pies covered in cream, and a red jelly cake in the middle decorated with a pineapple. 

Her friend’s face is visible. He seems to have turned into a giant orange bear and he is hungrily tucking into a pie, covering him in cream. Next to him an inflatable clown snatches the cream pie from his hands and hurls it into the air. The clown shouts 

“Pies, Pies everywhere I go, I can see pies raining from the sky” 

The cream lands all over everything. Jane notices a large blob of cream on the end of her nose. She tries to wipe it off with a tissue and finds she can’t.

Jane moves her head and looks down at a large pillow, she is lying in bed and has woken up. What a crazy dream, did I really dream that!

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Blog, Meditation, Mindfulness, Poetry, Writing

Meditative Journey

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We’ve reached my fourth and last writing prompt of this series. It’s been a useful exercise and helped me focus on different subjects.  The highlight was Childhood Memories post by JC, of life during the London Blitz in WWII.

 For my last week, I hope to capture some of the peace I try to achieve with my daily meditation practice. I’ve always wanted to try writing poetry for meditation; with this in mind, I thought it would be an interesting twist for my final week using writing prompts.

My prompt this week is,

Shut your eyes and imagine your drifting along in a boat. Where are you going to? What places have you seen on your journey? 

I’ve always been interested in Meditation and Mindfulness and I try to practice daily. You could use my poem to aid your meditation practice with the use of imagery.

💦 Meditative Journey On Water 💦 

 

Drifting through the water

It feels light to touch

As my boat swims along

 

Fluffy tufts of wispy 

Brilliant white cloud 

Reflect in the cool water

 

Distorted shapes contort

Whilst my boat glides through

Forming striking aqua tones 

 

My adventure is surreal 

Just floating dreamily 

In watery surrounds 

 

Natures birdsong captures

The peace I seek 

With a light airy feel

 

Poem by Nick