Scribbles from last week

Did some old school handwritten poetry last week. It was super fun!

I think I should do this more often 😊.

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Footprints and journeys

Leave footprints wherever you may go

Sparkle and sunbeams

Scatter as you wander

Memories flying past like 

paper planes 

Grateful for the journeys taken

Places of growth, pain, joy 

and learning 

Some things last longer than intended 

But the path taken was the 

right one and finished  

at the right moment.

Where learning meant

Speaking up for yourself is okay

Finding calm in the frantic 

Seeing children smile with joy.

 

C.Farish 01/04/18

Wednesday evening scribblings

Some evening thoughts.

No title as yet.

Untitled

Some days I linger in the present

Enjoying what is now

Like smiles and laughter

Hugs and tea time

table drumming

But at night I often

Find myself wishing I

was someplace else

Seeds of discontentment grow

Of feeling alone

And wondering where home is?

I see things often that I like

and stop myself

Cause I don’t have a place to call home

I’m discovering there are

some down sides to

restlessness

Finding belonging is one.

Still something I struggle with

Growing up I was the kid most

comfortable with my head

in a book

Than being in a crowd or

Spending time with others

Reading was a place of escape

comfort and adventure

And it’s still one of the best travel

companions.

Am still being the one to wear

my heart on my sleeve.

C.Farish 21/03/18

Journeys

Sunset embers
The rattle of the train
Bright evening skies
Blissful

Searching for golden moments
like this

Mesmerising in their simplicity
Pockets of wonder
Captured in a split second

Monument silhouette
Against a blazing furness
Slivers of silver on the horizon
as dusk approaches.

C. Farish 19.03.18

Sight

Some scribblings from Saturday evening.

Sight

Visual

Wide eyed

Bright light

Also looks like

Blurry flickers

Haziness at night

Being blinkered

Tiredness.

Still appreciate

Seagulls overhead

Seeing smiles

Snowfall.

Bike rides

Sunshine

and walks up mountains.

Carole Farish 10/02/2018

Early mornings and branches

Early mornings and branches.

Breathing in ordinary moments.

Crisp air fills my lungs and frost crackles underfoot.

Looking up at silhouettes in the sky.

Shadowed by the night sky.

Soon to be flooded in daylight

C.Farish 28/12/17

Thursday scribbles

Hope Over Fear

Reminding myself that amidst uncertainty

I can still choose hope over not knowing what’s next

Hope over fear

Hope over shame

Hope over negativity

Hope amidst challenges

That it’s light that dispels the darkness

Light is life giving

It’s where the magic happens

and new ideas

become more than just dreams

Where the sparks of imagination fly

and old patterns become new paths

Interwoven into who we are

02/11/17 C.Farish

Stories still going

Our lives are stories

still in motion

Full of questions

Right now

In the in betweens

Of old and new things

Of birthdays

family

autumn days

Windswept

Looks like

making time for what

you love most

Homemade bread

Times by the fire

Knitting

Reading good stories

Reminding yourself that

what feels like forever really isn’t

Learning to patience in these

days

That although hard

The in between is good learning ground

And prepares you for what’s next.

Being in the now and still choosing

hope

Especially on days when life is hard

C.Farish

07/10/2017