Sitting with a black coffee this morning, from the corner of my eye I saw a flash of grey amongst the dying, rain soaked leaves.  Like a grey ghost a squirrel moved sinuously. Silently.  Weaving like silver mist in and out amongst the hydrangea bushes, pausing for seconds to test the air.  I clearly saw his small black glinting eyes, his gossamer tail arched and his tiny, sniffing nose.  He moved like a breath, barely stirring the grasses.  Beside me, the tabby cat also saw him.  She crouched low, mesmerized, perfectly still, watching him move towards the dark heart of the garden.  Then in one sleek movement she left through the cat-flap and seconds later she disappeared into the long grasses and the rain soaked autumn leaves.

'The bad news is time flies,

The good news is, you're the pilot.

-Michael Althsuler-

Something about polka-dots...

seems to go in through the eyes and then whizz around.  I can't pin down exactly just why, it jogs something somewhere way back in the long ago.

Most of the shadows of this life

are caused by our standing

in our own sunshine.

-Ralph Waldo Emerson-

'Be kind to your shadow.'

-Rebecca Lawley-

 

And today Armistice Day

Ninety one years ago today the First World War ended, the guns fell silent, and at the eleventh hour, on the eleventh day, in the eleventh month we remember the sacrifice of all those who died, not only in the first World war but in all the wars since across the world.

'Sleep well:  for I can follow you to bless

And lull your distant beauty where you roam;

And with wild songs of hoarded loveliness

Recall you to these arms that were your home.'

Siegfried Sassoon

Remembrance Sunday

A Gill of Blue

Your voice

Stars within our home.

Sometimes, mornings' present us slow rhythms,

Yet, you my daughter

Dancing every day

You, come to change my sky to blue.