A forest tale

Stop, look around but listen close.
Don’t let a single word slip your lips.
Let all your other senses guide you,
On a journey that has no boundaries.

To your left stands an old oak tree, 
He is grandfather of this woodland.
In his branches an owl sings a song,
Older than the folk tales humans tell.

Below stand a crowd of toadstools,
The silent soldiers of the forest guard.
Out of the leaves a squirrel comes,
Looking for nuts like a pirate for gold.

The sun beams in your eyes to look,
And follow the shadows all around.
A gentle breeze touches your face,
This is mother nature’s blessings.

Now turn to leave but remember,
You will always be welcome here.
There are no defined opening hours,
And priceless is their wealth to Earth.

© Fi S. J. Brown


The gift

Perhaps the greatest gift we can give to another is to be kind to them: not judging or putting them in boxes, expecting them to be like someone else, accepting their differences, weaknesses, and shortcomings; having patience if someone who has let us down, however, when it keeps happening then is the time to question, not to be offended or angry when someone does something their way that is not our own. When another is down, do not exploit that for fame, money or laughter at the other, but be there in spirit (if cannot be there in person) to reassure them they are not alone but loved and respected, even if live 100-1000s of miles away, the power of hope will reassure them as know it is meant with good heart and soul.

© Fi S. J. Brown


Soothe my soul

I went to the Royal Botanic Garden, Edinburgh, yesterday afternoon, a place that really helps to soothe and calm my soul. The flowers vibrating in the wind sounded like Tibetan singing bowls, all different tones to match the different species and colours, making my every step like a mediation. The trees gave me hugs like a parent to a child, with their overwhelming height and branches so long, I felt loved and safe in their arms. Watching the animals, birds and squirrels, they took my worries in their wings or up trees far away where they could no longer hurt me and stop me dwelling. The river that runs throughout whispered to me I must relax; stopping to watch her flow felt like a massage touching my every part, and by the end her rhythm had become one with my heartbeat. 


Seeds of knowledge

Every seed has its built-in tree. A gardener does not put the tree into the seed, for it is their job to nurture the seed and help the tree bloom to it’s highest potential. In the same way, a teacher should not think of a pupil as an empty bucket to fill to a set level with information. A teacher needs to observe the pupil, spotting their unique potential, helping them in a way that the dormant potential can emerge and succeed in the world. So as the teacher grows older, they look out on their gardens, every flower and tree is a reminder of every pupil they ever taught. 

© Fi S. J. Brown


World Wildlife Day

What is a life, does one have more value than another? 

The majority of you reading this will be saying of course not. It does not matter someone’s gender, race, religion, sexuality and ability. Yet, if it was animals we would create division, for some they care deeply to others it’s only a stupid damn animal, what does it know. The love and compassion we feel for our fellow humans, why do we not always extend it to all life on this planet? 

If I showed my pet dog on Facebook, some would say how cute he was, whereas others may say they prefer a cat as a dog is too much work. Some may not understand why I would rather a four legged companion than a human one, I choose to have a dog due to their loyalty, love and company being a few of the answers, as for me human company is a bonus and love of another is rare.

If I said cow or pig, many would think of steak or bacon rather than the lives of the animals, what they go through in life to end up on the supermarket shelves and on plates of many. Are they commodities to many rather than living creatures? Are we losing sense of where our food comes from, the cheaper the better, and forget the lives of the animals we may eat in the name of survival.

Elephants or giraffes many of us may never see in their original habitats in our lifetimes, but we may cage them so can see them up close in zoos or false freedoms with safari parks. Yet do these not have the same rights as we do? To enjoy this world with it’s great rivers and forests, where some may choose to make their home. We try to accept what we have, yet our ego wants more.

How can one species act as king and queen of the world, deciding which of our companions in this world has more rights than others? Today is the first United Nation’s World Wildlife Day, how did that take so long to come about and why do we need days for awareness when we should be aware of this every day? Today, lets think of how much we rely on the animals of this world.

© Fi S. J. Brown


Song of my love

If you were a guitar I would strum you gently,
With the chords played the song of your heart.
Minor ones tell of inner tears and past sadness,
And major filled with fun, laughter and joy.

If you were a drum I would tap to your beat,
As I am touched by the rhythm of your heart.
With sticks in hand is like holding your hand
And the brushes to tickle my soul’s inner core.

If you were a piano I would sing in your key,
Every note and chord are your words spoken.
White or black each tells of different stories,
And the adventures of our journey together.

© Fi S. J. Brown