William Shakespeare

Today is William Shakespeare’s birthday. Actually that’s not entirely true. We don’t know the date of his birth but this is the day we celebrate the birth of the Bard and also the day of his death.

One year I spent an entire day wandering the streets of Stratford-upon-Avon. It was Shakespeare’s birthday. In the  afternoon I sat in the garden of his place of birth and reflected on the magic of life and the adventures it affords us. And I took the photograph below.

Here’s a short song from Henry VIII that I like:

Song: “Orpheus with his lute made trees”

(from Henry VIII)
Orpheus with his lute made trees,
And the mountain tops that freeze,
Bow themselves when he did sing:
To his music plants and flowers
Ever sprung; as sun and showers
There had made a lasting spring.
Every thing that heard him play,
Even the billows of the sea,
Hung their heads, and then lay by.
In sweet music is such art,
Killing care and grief of heart


From Desiderata by Max Ehrman, 1927

You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.

~ Max Ehrmann

Dancing Angels
Dancing Angels found at the reclamation yard ~ photography by Robin Dalton


Thinking of Ferlinghetti

Because I find myself


Of stars

Of night

Of dark nights

Of the soul

And eternity

And struggle

And the embrace

Of life

Of love

Of movements

Not in our control

And San Francisco

And City Lights

And books

And bookstores

And all bookstores 


And Beat Poets

And all Poets


Of you

Of your poet’s soul

Of your words

Of your great heart

Of oceans

Of time

Of heartbeats

Of drifting Ley lines

Of your love

Of your desire

And Waiting

And Ferlinghetti


The Plough of Time

Night closed my windows and

The sky became a crystal house

The crystal windows glowed

The moon

shown through them 

through the whole house of crystal

A single star beamed down

its crystal cable

and drew a plough through the earth

unearthing bodies clasped together 

couples embracing

around the earth

They clung together everywhere

emitting small cries

that did not reach the stars

The crystal earth turned 

and the bodies with it

And the sky did not turn

nor the stars with it

The stars remained fixed

each with its crystal cable

beamed to earth

each attached to the immense plough

furrowing our lives

by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Stonehenge, circa 1985


The years teach much which the days never knew. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
~ T.S. Eliot, 1943

*The photo of Stonehenge was taken by me on my first trip to England in 1985 with my Olympus OM1.

Sun on Strawberries

When you realize how perfect everything is you will tilt your head back and laugh at the sky.  ~Buddha

Sun on Strawberries
Sun on Strawberries

How to get started with mindful writing for wellbeing

I just discovered Carol Ross and have recently purchase a book she co-authored. I also follow her on Facebook and she mentioned her blog. I particularly liked this post because it’s a starting point. Sometimes all you need is a place to start…. Blessings.

Words for Wellbeing

I’m quite a fan of mindful writing and often use it in my therapeutic writing groups in mental health wards. I encourage you to give it a go – why not try a few minutes mindful writing every morning.

Here’s a sheet that outlines what I mean by mindful writing and gives you a couple of ideas for getting started.

Mindful Writing

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Earth Day 2013

The view from Glastonbury Tor
The view from Glastonbury Tor

May every breath you take and every sight you see remind you how blessed you are to be alive.

As you take time, and do allow yoursef to take the time, to feel gratitude for all you have, may you also remember we are all stewards of this green and pleasant land.

Treat the Earth with the same love and care you would your own Mother.


Humankind has not woven the web of life.  We are but one thread within it.  Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves.  All things are bound together.  All things connect.  ~Chief Seattle, 1855