MOONCHILD

simple life pleasures, connection with nature, inner journey, from woman, maiden, mother, enchantress, crone

Saturday, 19 July 2025

High spirits

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 Let the summer spirits soar high gliding, flying, reaching for the stars Rise up and surrender to the full glow to the fast flow Receive an...
Friday, 4 July 2025

Tapestry

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 Now, soon, we shall be near, very near, my dear The moon guides us to the shores, the sand, the rocks glistening in July's sun rays. Th...
Saturday, 21 June 2025

Sea song

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 Shifting, surely swiftly,  She calls, I tell her I feel, the pull Her call Wait, still while I wait Soon it will all move forward the wait ...
Sunday, 8 June 2025

There was a time...

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There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory ...

The World Is Too Much With Us

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  The World Is Too Much With Us The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending we lay waste our powers; Little we see in...
Friday, 23 May 2025

She dances

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 And she dances, her heart beating to the sound of the waves of the sea And she sings, to the song of the skies and the sea And she smiles, ...
Saturday, 3 May 2025

Untitled

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 Untitled I I shall dip deep, dive in brushing off strokes, smooth, choppy, slapping, stirring, mixing colours painting picturing images cre...
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Susannah
London, United Kingdom
this is where I am at in this life journey: I am who I am because I am who I want to be by my own design and the Divine design. One thing I know for sure is that I love myself I am grateful for my life and my beautiful daughter and my lovely husband. “Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, and though they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday. You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth. The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far. Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness; For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.” –Khalil Gibran on Children
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