
Happy May Day / Beltane everyone.
I hope that the light that spring brings will warm your hearts and bones.
XXX
Noémie.
Happy May Day / Beltane everyone.
I hope that the light that spring brings will warm your hearts and bones.
XXX
Noémie.
On Christmas day, Thom got up at 3:20am,
ran downstairs to have a look under
the adorned fake plastic tree yonder
and ran back upstairs to tell me, excitedly:
We had to get up quickly!
these presents under the tree
were not going to open themselves.
So we had an early start that day… and I got my new bike.
If you happened to drive through East Grinstead town centre
in the very early hours on Christmas Day 2019,
you may have seen that crazy woman
riding her new bike in the dark
around a public car park…
That was me.
And I have really enjoyed cycling ever since.
Later on I found myself riding around that same car park:
full speed, just for the heck of it,
and it felt like being 10 again.
I had forgotten the cheer joy
of pointlessly riding a bike
around the block, outside my house,
without actually going anywhere.
I really enjoyed it, yet
something inside me was ordering me to stop.
Like an old lady shouting outside her window:
Telling me to just go home
and get on with all the things,
the very same things I do everyday
and that always need doing.
I often have this feeling, that when I’m enjoying myself,
I ought to stop. “Now”.
Like I shouldn’t be allowed,
for who am I to have fun?
I’m not worthy of that Joy.
Where does this feeling come from?
Time well spent is time spent doing
something productive instead.
Meanwhile, so many people
spend tons of money trying
to retrieve that long lost spark.
Adults don’t have fun.
they only pretend.
They think they like getting pissed
in a crowded pub on Saturday nights,
standing there, pretending to enjoy it.
But a lot of them have secret wild rides
in shopping trolleys after pub hours.
Adult fun needs a few pints,
and the cover of the night.
I thought I’d share with you this poem I wrote back in January, before Lock down. I guess I just wanted to remind you that this too shall pass and better times will come.
XOXO,
Noémie.
How do you measure a dream?
In feet, grams, litres, brush strokes?
Meters of films stashed somewhere?
Dancing quietly upstream,
With the sharp eyes of an hawk,
Storm of meteor showers.
You feel so tired
and yet you keep on scrolling
Looking for disillusions,
Something new to believe in.
Your life is like a
bad internet connection:
Doesn’t seem to get going,
Sporadic, scattered.
Up or down. Or is it both?
It begins like a Tempest,
With a storm at sea.
I do feel like adulthood
is over rated.
It’s a palette of feelings:
Cows know their way home.
They know when to venture out
When the grass is sweet
then they know when to head back,
up the beaten track.
I really thought that was the end of that.
But clearly I was wrong.
No signs, no evidence. Just shreds of paper.
I could hear the unmistakable sounds… right above my head.
One of the dogs could hear it too, even though she chose to ignore it.
Maybe it’s the best way? Ignore it and it will just go away…
No, it’s just too tempting.
I just… have got to… go and have a look.
~”There were dragons when I was a boy…”
(How To Train Your Dragon, Cressida Cowell)
I feel like I have been bathing in the Dragon Energy for quiet some time now.
The Chinese horoscope animal is the Pig this year, but not in my house.
This year we came full circle with dragons…
Dragons have been a part of so many folk stories around the world. From China, India, Europe… But where are they now?
Autumn is slowly drawing to a close, with the winter solstice around the corner.
Our walks are getting more wet and muddy. The sky displays gorgeous and ever changing artwork reflecting the light of the sun, hiding somewhere behind the clouds…
Dear friends,
I hope you are well and that you are enjoying Autumn wherever you are.
I’m now getting ready for my next 6 day workshop which will start in exactly a week from now.
My last workshop at Emerson College was in early June. It was the end of Spring, the days were longer and the promises of a hot summer were in the air. The temperature was going up, the natural world was in bloom and all the insects were very busy.
Now it’s Samhain – A time to celebrate the spirits, past and present – Halloween is in only a few days and Autumn is definitely here. The trees have shed their leaves, the insects activity has slowed right down, getting ready for winter. It’s the opposite time of the year.
I love receiving emails from previous workshop attendees. I love reading your stories and how animal communication may have enhanced your connection with the natural world and the animals in your life.