Beauty. What a word. Beauty. Now, what do you have to consider when beauty is the subject of choice? At the end of the day, it’s what you SEE and decide that makes something beautiful. What it means to you.

It’s a strange word actually, isn’t it? You can be committed to a place, person, idea, book, country….all sorts of things. And some of them aren’t the kind of thing that you would ever consider committing to.

Conversation or communication - so what do I mean as being the difference? Well, actually, quite a lot! As a young lady coming out into society, they were expected to learn how to converse.

The poppies clothe the fields in red, A symbol of the blood that never ends, Such beauty for the eye to see, Colours shimmering in the sunlight

Have you ever had a pair of slippers that have got really old but because they are just so comfortable, you don’t want to take them off?

The seed of life breaks forth, With joy as it faces what comes, It doesn’t ask for anything more, Than the things that bring it life

You’re standing there looking at me, And yet I know you don’t really see me, You see the person you want to see, When you’re standing, looking at me

You really don’t know what it’s like, To stand in someone else’s place, Go through what they’re living with, And then come out the other side.

Let’s come and sit and learn about trust, It’s just such beautiful word in itself, And comes with a two way meaning.

I love to see the beauty, In all the world around me, The beauty of the rolling hill, Or the lapping of the water.

I think I started writing before school or very close to it anyway. And once I started writing I just couldn’t stop! It was the other half to my reading.

“What a stormy night” thought Edith as she fought her way forward to race the clouds and reach home. She was soaked through and her hair was whipping across her face as she attempted the stroll.

I don’t know if you ever colour in pages with pictures and words and things and some of them even tell you the colour to use. I was doing one today and there was only one word on the page - HOPE.

Well, you say, what on earth are you talking about? There are three different accepted words that are used for people who write fiction in different ways.

The flame of hope within the heart, That the service that one give, Will be of benefit to all around them, And for future generations.

The service of a life laid down, Given to do what is seen as right, Wanting to help and not to hurt, The end result of what they know.

Poppies are so bright and colourful, Their deep red a joyous sight, They glimmer in the sunlight, And shine through the greyest day.

I was going to write to you about the colour russet brown because I find them such an intriguing combination of words.

Have you ever sat down and thought about your friends or family and what they might be going through? Things they may not be saying to you or anyone else.