Up in the sharp air, where thoughts are crisp The light glistens and the heart leaps. There’s a silent peace in the wind and fingers burn for a warm fire …..the belly cries out for coffee and croissants!
Category: Poetry
The Sea Question
The Sea Question The sea asks ‘How is your life now?’ It does so obliquely, changing colour. It is never the same on any two visits. It is never the same in any particular Only in generalities: tide and such matters Wave height and suction, pebbles that rattle. It doesn’t presume to wear a white… Continue reading The Sea Question
Facing the Wind
“Whatever the present moment contains, accept it as if you had chosen it” – Eckhart Tollé Some times life moulds you, sometimes you stand strong and just bend with it! Each new day dawns, alive with the sunrise, Opening to the opportunity? You can see this painting at ZeaYou Gallery in Taupo, and more of… Continue reading Facing the Wind
Reach for the Sky…
Getting into the clear air and bright light, the places we rarely go…..our aspirations ‘Reach for the Sky’ – the Southern Alps near Mt Cook, oil on canvas, 60 x 120cm PLACE Once in a while You may come across a place Where everything Seems as close to perfection As you will ever need. And… Continue reading Reach for the Sky…
Standing Tall
For those who never made it home….we remember. My great uncle Frank was one of those. My Grandfather’s younger brother, he emigrated with the family to New Zealand from Gloucestershire in 1905 as a sixteen year old. A musician and like his brothers and my father, was a farmer from Rongotea. ‘But all that my mind sees… Continue reading Standing Tall
Looking after our mother
In a strenuous but joyful gesture of renewal over the Easter break, we got there in the end and planted the 239 trees provided by the ‘Trees for Travel’ scheme. It is now raining steadily, as requested, to give them the best possible start in their new life! A return trip to San Francisco from… Continue reading Looking after our mother
The Altar of this Moment
As I set off walking the dog this morning there was a quiet stillness in the air and the sky was on fire. We went down the hill to the beach. Kuri loves the beach its something about the vital energy there that seems to bring out her inner puppy and she plays in the washed… Continue reading The Altar of this Moment
When the Heart
When the heart Is cut or cracked or broken Do not clutch it; Let the wound lie open. Let the wind From the good old sea blow in To bathe the wound with salt, And let it sting Let a stray dog lick it, Let a bird lean in the hole and sing A simple… Continue reading When the Heart
Hey You!
this blogging thing has been a revelation to me… For one who has always hidden behind my paintings its been something of a ‘coming out’. Its thrown up some challenges, exposures and opened up a whole new world. But surprisingly I have to say, I’m liking it, and I’m humbled… Its incredible to see how… Continue reading Hey You!
If you wish…
“if you wish to know the divine, feel the wind on your face and the warm sun on your hand” ~ Jack Kornfield My latest painting in the Woodpecker Bay series “Sunrise Tides” – oil on canvas, 20x40cm. You can see more of my paintings at http://www.ianhamlin.co.nz