Endless land thrills in silent meditation
just before release of heavy showers...
hedges wreathed with glistening globules
as offering of puddles pause for reflection.
Image of rainbow arches in painted sky,
but no pot of gold concealed beneath...
just a promise of sunshine to enhance
verdant grass growing from this earth.
today, lost in thoughts – peachy walls of my sanctuary calm, as I recall in late 1980s moving to Swindon and not for one moment looking back with regret.
It was as if I'd found myself for the first time in ages. This wasn't about money, but a symbol of friendship which released me from the shackles of my inner most fears, of how people perceived me.
Gone were the years of grey skies that had seen me struggle as a single parent. Here I was in my late thirty's feeling like a teenager once again, with the support of my then husband. Dance fitness took me to new heights, like those hedges I was dressed to impress.
My confidence sky rocketed when being accepted to teach my all important interest in movement and fitness – my rainbow had at last arrived.
The women in my class were amazing as they whooped and laughed along with me, I felt like they were the sunshine and I was the vibrant green below.
No money was made from my classes, just some very valued and memorable friendships, that were worth more than any pot of gold.
Photo is my own.