Birthday 2018

Birthday is my very favourite day of the year, feeling the anticipation the night before wondering what the next Birth/ day will bring. This year on the 15th August I had time to open all my cards and read every line, and enjoyed the handwritten notes inside the presents and cards from family and friends. My pleasure increased and was shared as my Son was with me, my other two children live in Australia and Thailand, it was equally joyful to share the day with them via technology.

The day stretched ahead as my Son and I went to a local restaurant by the sea and enjoyed the time talking and looking at images from his holiday visiting his Brother and Sister. Later in the day I enjoyed another special gift and spoke with lots of good friends. I loved this day so full of simple pleasures and time, every minute of my Birthday was savoured and will be remembered.

So thankful to be who I am and have gratitude for every blessing in my life.


Angel in Disguise

Today, the 5th November 2017 something happened to me, due to a unexpected shock I experienced an emotional overflow of crying, tears pouring from eyes, on the street outside a major shopping mall. For me this was awful behaviour in the street but I could not stop crying. Raised with the strict discipline of showing no emotion outside the home, presenting the image of everything is perfect, which in my recent life it has been up until today when something happened to trigger this upheaval of tears.

I was with a dear very young member of my family who was at a loss to deal with this situation as it had never happened before. Suddenly a man presented himself in front of me and asked was I alright, I apologised and told him I was just a bit upset and he asked what was wrong, I could not explain but he told me everything would be ok and not to upset myself anymore, proceeding to share with me that he was quite alone, no family and was homeless. This man held my hand throughout this experience and told me to take care of myself and all would be well,  before he walked away.

This persons kindness affected me very deeply and it was quite some time before I recovered, reflecting that he had nothing, he did not ask me for anything but offered the loving hand of friendship to a stranger in distress.

I will never forget today’s events and remembered that Angels come in many disguises, I will never forget this person, his face, and warmth of his hand on a bitterly cold day.  I will continue to look for him.

Thank you, may you be blessed with someone to care for you, warmth, food and a home of your own.



Our Mother Earth/Gaia

When our Mother Earth, Gaia, is bombed and ripped with nuclear testing /bombs and other such atrocities do humans activating such weapons not give a moments thought to the impact and horror our planet must feel? The resulting floods, winds, gales causing havoc and destruction to so much life, human and non human I believe is a direct result of this military might.

If the gentle movement of a butterfly’s wing can affect energy on the other side of the world? …………………..

Need I say more.

As a member of the human race, a Mother and Grandmother I am asking the leaders of the world to please start to talk and really listen to each other, meet and sit around a table together and look in each other’s eyes, to work together to save our beautiful planet before it is ripped apart. This will take great courage but all people, all nations who want the best outcome for our survival will uphold you.

Let us begin a new golden age where a bright future for all is the template.



Oak barrel of green apples

Damaged one

Poisoning silently

Rotting the core


Slice away poison

Cleanse the perfect apples

Make apple puree

Restore harmony

Scrub the oak barrel clean

Perfect fresh green again.


Elizabeth Rowland-Elliott 15/6/2015 (C)

August 2017

A close friend arrived on the 17th with a gorgeous silk shirt/top kaftan style, sewn with silk thread she has made for me, the colours are vibrant deep blues/emerald greens, silk calming and cool in the summer, warm and comfort in the winter. The colours are pure and deep, gazing at them is like meditating on a mandala, swimming in a warm ocean.

I think my male at home family feel overwhelmed with the feminine influence of visitors happening in our home.

The Shadow Self

Today a friend and I enjoyed a long discussion/debate about the shadow self. What is it? How does it affect us? Who is in control? What happens if we allow the dark to overtake the light? More questions than answers for those who are not aware.

Does the shadow self take over the 27yr old famous beings, especially in the music industry, is this why they want to go from this life? If so why at the age of 27?

Do we embrace this dark shadow as an important part of who we are thus enabling us to watch and absorb this part of us, therefore not giving it power, but loving self critical observation. I always say thank you to my shadow self.

I believe everyone has this shadow self, if watched and absorbed it can create art, literature,music, poetry, all forms of creativity, science,fashion, jewellery,perfumes everything you see, as long as the light in you is the overseer,watching so you hold the power.

When you walk with the sun in certain positions glance behind you and see your dark shadow self,  connected to you. It never leaves, even though you cannot see it most of the time.


This morning a robin was sitting on the garden fence in full sun staring at me at I opened the door to greet the morning. nothing unusual about this one may think, but we have not had rain for several days the gardens are as dry as dust and robins usually do not show themselves especially at this time of year, do they?

But the robin was a sign or a signal my partner and I shared during the four years we were together, the wreath I had made for his coffin was of a robin. The local florist was surprised as she had never had such a request, it was not the best effort but the symbol was there for all who attended his funeral to witness.

It is 15 years since he died on the 31st May and a robin comes to call every year at this time, when the sadness is potent.


I have never liked to run, but during the last couple of weeks my exercise regime has changed. A member for 16yrs at my health club, always a passionate swimmer and dancer but due to changes at the club I  was not getting the  the satisfaction previously enjoyed and have not been since October 2016, so finally decided to resign.

Have practised yoga for 40yrs and love it but needed cardio work so started to walk with our grehound Ziggy out of our garden gate and up onto what is called the bank, a walk that stretches for several miles in each direction with no houses or vehicles spoiling the view across the farmland to  marshes and finally to the Irish sea. Beautiful, following the eye view I see cows grazing with their calves nearby. Hundreds of birds from tiny sparrows to flying swans, breathtaking!

Second day of walking deciding to try and jog, small steps and short bursts intermittent with fast walking. Feels strange but good. half hour of yoga when I home before a hearty breakfast and refreshing shower.

Third day the same pattern, no breakfast this time, glass of water and quick coffee which sets the pattern for the future, then more jogging and walking to a rhythm, my own rhythm.  Ziggy getting more excited as he flies past me like the wind.

Fourth day the jogging increases as the walking beats faster, using tired muscles, encouraging them to continue. Stretching out with yoga which helps on my return.

Fifth day, muscles do not want to work and big effort needed to make them move, the effort is worthwhile, at last I am beginning to understand the love that runners have for their sport or exercise, the freedom is exhilarating!

The following days continue as before, I have made myself some healing massage oil for tired limbs , the pattern and discipline is now fixed but fluid, walk jogging for 45 minutes, 40 minutes yoga, breakfast shower and massage legs and feet. Amazing feeling of health and well being.

No drive to the health club, trying to find parking space and sign in to get to class on time, find locker etc, then after class waiting for a shower to be free……..the relief and freedom I have now just by walking from the rear garden to the bank with Ziggy is extraordinary rewarding. Seeing vibrant blue of the bluebells, the green velvet of the grass as I walk/run, no sound only birdsong, cows munching, Ziggy’s paws on the ground and his breath as he pounds past, and the occasional person walking their dog, divine!




Looking over my posts, I see the preparations for publishing my poems was two years ago! oh dear what happened, still not published. This really is not good enough. Having contacted an illustrator two years ago, who chose three poems to illustrate, I was surprised and disappointed to discover that the illustrator had decided on completion to keep the original pictures. This unfortunately had not been discussed prior to collection. I realise now that this had affected me on a deep level as I just ended up with photocopies of the originals. The artist had never illustrated anything before this commission and I can understand why she wanted to keep the paintings, however it was my work that inspired the art and she agreed with this.

We did not fall out at all and I accepted the copies and paid full price for them, but do not feel the same and now do not want them with the poems.

However short stories will develop around the art and hopefully they will go onto my site or into a slim volume of my work.

Positive action from another experience.