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Gratitude – a time of Thanksgiving

‘Happiness cannot be travelled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed.    Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace, and gratitude.’   Denis Watley. 

watercolour45487165_10156777268340396_893438499913465856_oI think it took me until I was forty to begin to understand the meaning of gratitude.   Until that point, I had wondered through life, sort of hanging on, and trying my best to put one step in front of the other, often under challenging circumstances, and then boom, an epiphany – something occurred which opened my eyes to what gratitude is all about.

I began to see and feel everything in ways that I had not experienced before.    Fear and anxiety had been the underlying emotion ruling my life since early childhood….and so when it was removed all of a sudden I was free.   I began to see and really experience the world around me rather than to observe it from a distance.

bluebell woods Crickhowell Wales – watercolour44740914_10156746580470396_1767998054465536000_oOf course this didn’t mean that life would be easy from that point on.    As a working artist for the past forty-five years, I am fully aware of the feast or famine syndrome and what it’s like to live on a knife edge.       However, with this new way of being life’s challenges have become much easier to live with and to move through and more importantly I am able to learn from them….

The simple pleasure of a cat sleeping…..watercolour 45683106_10156784344175396_6268958295583621120_o

Perhaps it takes losing the ‘stuff’ of life to fully understand that as long as our needs are met and we keep things simple, and most importantly that we find purpose in our daily lives….all the other things that we strive for are in the most part irrelevant.

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I saw my first hummingbird in 1967 in the mountains of North Carolina…but it wasn’t until after my epiphany that I really saw hummingbirds.    Not only did I see them, but I sensed their vital place within Mother Nature’s rich tapestry.   It was at this point that the hummingbird became something deeper, symbolising the unseen energy and interconnectedness of our world. 

Normal Rockwell’s wonderful classic illustration showing a family enjoying Thanksgiving. Freedom from Want - Norman Rockwell - 1943I lived and worked in the States from 1966 til 1993 when I returned to Europe, consequently I enjoyed many Thanksgiving celebrations.    However,  I do wonder if I had real understanding of what it was all about.    Sadly I think the running around  and worrying about if every detail was correct obliterated the true meaning of the day.    We live and learn…..

And so I wish my friends and family n the United States a beautiful Thanksgiving filled with gratitude.

Remember not to sweat the small stuff…..it doesn’t matter and ‘this too shall pass………’:)

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Some magic and colour for Wednesday.

Some colour and magic for Wednesday….


Those who are new to my blog might wonder what all this hummingbird stuff is about.

Hummingbirds symbolise for me, the unseen magic in our world.     Given that we tend to only look at the surface of things, they are a daily reminder to me that there is alway so much more.


One of my favourite sayings is that – none of us is ever creative enough to know how things will actually turn out…..

As we live each moment, so much is going on around and beyond us that until revealed represents the intangible in our lives.

I saw my first hummingbird in Asheville, North Carolina in 1968 – and have been in love with them ever since.


A Bientôt…..

Magical hummingbirds for Friday.

It’s Friday – time for colour, sweet nectar, magical hummingbirds and the sense of floating free of time. 


I saw my first hummingbird in Asheville, North Carolina in 1968 – a memorable moment.    They symbolise for me the unseen magic in our world.


Some ancient peoples believed that hummingbirds were messengers between the worlds, symbolising eternity, continuity and infinity.


During the cold night, a hummingbird is able to almost shut down its heart in order to conserve energy.    In the morning as the sun rises, the hummingbird seems to miraculously come alive again.


When I visited Gainesville, Georgia last October, I was able to sit and observe the hummingbirds dancing around me.     The day after I returned to the UK, I was told the hummingbirds left that place and began their journey south.


Although we are not graced with hummingbirds on this side of the Atlantic, in my imagination, they are surrounding me all the time……




A Bientôt