Let nature take its course

 

The seeker, the eager me, 

now I see, all in vain;

sweet surrender to the true me,

finding myself, again.

Here I stand, tall and true

on the path I know so well

Meaningful life, see every hue

This is where I like to tell

Of infinite threads woven together,

of stars, and light, of moon and sun,

my journey keeps weaving here and forever

where I ended and where I begun.

My destiny, my karma, my duty and my skill

to follow the whispers of  the gentle wind

to love and cherish the gifts of nature, still

to continue to live in peace and offer kind

words of wisdom, songs and prayers

with no regrets and no remorse,

let nature take its course

and always listen to the flowers

Susannah

All of nature begins to whisper its secrets to us through its sounds. Sounds that were previously incomprehensible to our soul now become the meaningful language of nature.

— Rudolf Steiner

Awaken Earth, Spring is here, my soul and the world are but one

 The wishes of the soul are springing,

The deeds of the will are growing,

The fruits of life are ripening.

I feel my destiny,

My destiny finds me.

I feel my star,

My star finds me.

I feel my aim,

My aim finds me.

My soul and the world are but one.

Life becomes brighter around me,

Life becomes heavier for me,

Life becomes richer in me.

Strive towards peace,

Live in peace,

Love the peace.

- Rudolf Steiner

(Translation by Joshua Kelberman)

The Minories cafe gardens, Colchester, Essex, April 2026

Pause

 Allow the pause

feel the pause

~ between ~

the inbreath

the outbreath

...   ...   ...

allow to create

from that space

where nothing

is everything

Looking,searching stillness

less still, anxiousness

restless, not in this moment

yet

analyzing, oversubscribing, 

unsubscribing, uninstalling

paying the consequences

confidential content

share and likes

instant, distant, 

blurs and sketches

seeing through the lenses

of insecure existance

exit the stance

exit the insta

roll away from scrolling

feel the real and not the reel

feed the post inside what is most

neglected parts of me

which is lost in the ether

where the cloud stores the data shit

fossil fuel, digital carbon footprint

global emission, streaming live,

just text and post, re post, dive

into the ocean of vlogs, shorts,

google, youtube and all the net

that can't fix, nor repair

the damage is done

yet

pause

think

and then, don't

just be the flesh and bones

muscles and nerves

the eye of the storm

the ear of the sound

the inner fluids, blood pumping

tinnitus shrilling 

listen and stop

let the force of plasma slow the junk,

space debris, shed away,

away with the shit skin

away with the shedding

away with the noise

and pollution

this is the solution

time is the essence

qualiti and stillness

from within

no interference

airplane mode

silent alert

switch off

sleep m0de

-rest-

be still,

 embrace the silence

embrace the stillness

pause

-

Lapis lazuli

Long before your world had borders or names, I was carried out of the mountains like a piece of midnight broken loose. Traders held me up to the sun and saw constellations caught inside my blue—golden sparks of pyrite shining like the memory of stars.

They believed I was not mined, but found, fallen from the heavens.

In the temples of Sumer, they crushed my surface into pigment for the eyes of goddesses—Inanna’s gaze lined in my celestial dust so she might see both worlds at once. Kings wore me against their skin to steady their judgment. Scribes pressed my blue into their tablets, calling upon me for truth in word and deed.

I traveled to Egypt, where they said I was a sliver of the night sky placed upon the earth. Priests used me in rites to open the “Heavenly Ear,” where the divine whispers could be heard. They set me in amulets for the dead so the soul could recognize the stars and find its way home.

I remember Cleopatra’s pulse against me.
I remember the prayers of artisans shaping me into the Eye of Ra.
I remember the pharaohs who trusted me with their dreams.

I became a stone of vision.
A stone of sovereignty.
A stone that refuses to lie.

When you hold me now, I do not soften you.
I do not blur your edges.
I do not hush the truth.

My gift is clarity that cuts through illusion—
a deep-blue knowing that rises from the marrow of your being.

Sit with me, and I will show you:

the truth you already sense
the wisdom you keep swallowing
the voice you muted so long you forgot its sound.

I illuminate what is hidden.
Not gently, not faintly,
but with the stark honesty of starlight on a moonless night.

You may feel me in the throat—
the old place of power and proclamation—
where your words gather like birds poised to fly.

You may feel me in the brow—
the inner horizon—
where intuition uncoils and begins to move again.

But wherever you feel me, know this:

I am not here to comfort you.
I am here to awaken you.

I am Lapis Lazuli,
the night sky made stone,
the keeper of ancient wisdom,
the voice that rises from the dark and refuses to be silenced.

Hush

 

Hush,

listen, listen carefully,

stop, and breathe, 

be the silence

that is now,

rest and dream;

oh, the stillness

is sweet indeed

a luxury, a comfort

and all is needed.

Hush, now,

safe in Mother Nature's arms

return home,

to yourself.

Hush,

no needto explain, elaborate,

no need to make excuses,

just pause, 

and slow your heart beat

right down;

it is not death, maybe sleep,

restore, prepare

for the renewal ahead,

not yet,

not yet

...

if only,

let time go still

hush

Still December Moon

 

Still,

so still,

this December Moon,

tells me:

do slow down

and rest,

find peace and be quiet.

And so I breathe in the sun, the frost, the cold moon and the stars

and dream of pine scented forests and snow...

the snow...

as I do love winter, you know.

from a nearby garden, here in Margate

Welcome December

The first day leading to the shortest of the year;

When we are born again and a new life cycle begins.

Waiting for the light, we commemorate the hope it brings.

Welcome December

A peaceful time as Nature's creatures hunker down;

Starling murmations, mesmerising in the sky;

A Cold Moon shimmers with star clusters, way up high. 

 

Welcome December

Bare trees, trellised in patterns on icy fields;

Robins hop from branch to branch, singing their song;

Nature's landscapes, etherically beautiful, quiet, surreal.

Sue Cartwright

Spiral Leaf

https://www.spiralleaf.co.uk/welcome-december-by-sue-cartwright

The Frost

 

I am the frost 

that quietly settles over the land,

 the silver breath of late autumn. 

I call you to stillness,

 to honor what has passed

 and what is fading.

 In the hush of shorter days,

 you may gather the wisdom

 of endings,

 the gentle strength 

that comes from letting go. 

Let your heart rest in the quiet, 

and know that even in what appears barren,

 seeds of future growth 

are held safely within me.

Listen, and carry my guidance with you.

~The Frost

(from https://www.instagram.com/friendsoftheforestct/)