Welcome to Dragonscale Clippings

Inside the mind of a writer...

My motto for 2012: Quality, not quantity

I am currently exploring the sensation of Sound...

Thursday, 30 June 2011

Meditation - 30

Imagine if people never disappointed us. We'd never know what disappointment meant.

Wednesday, 29 June 2011

Meditation - 29

Connections, communications are complex, far more than voice to ear or eye to eye; they go deeper, involve the emotions and the spirit.

Tuesday, 28 June 2011

Meditation - 28

Sunlight and strong wind are an invigorating mixture that play havoc with my eyes.

Monday, 27 June 2011

Meditation - 27

If you talk nicely to plants, they respond positively by growing. I only threaten them with the composter as a last resort.

Sunday, 26 June 2011

Meditation - 26

Fennel leaves hold last night's rain drops like precious jewels from their filigreed leaves; green frames for light-filled droplets.

Saturday, 25 June 2011

Meditation - 25

The sage flower buds looked dried up and dead until the rains came. Then they burst into bloom; pink-mauve, attracting bees and butterflies.

Meditation - 24

Sometimes I don't feel as though people treat me as they should. Do I always treat others properly though?

Meditation - 23

I feel ill. But the world does not stop. Life goes on as normal. I have to cope, to get on, to take steps to get better. Stop being a wimp!

Wednesday, 22 June 2011

Out of Touch

I'm exhausted! Recently life has been too busy, too stressful and just too much. So I'm taking a few weeks break from everything. I won't be around on the internet much until mid-late July as I really need a break from my pc screen and have some serious reading to catch up on. (Too much work and not enough rest....) The only internet contact I will be having is on my blog on a daily basis as I'm participating in A River of Stones project in July. So if you need to contact me urgently, leave a comment on my most recent posting, and, time and place permitting I'll be in touch.

Despite life being manic and crazy, I have at last managed to launch my very own newsletter - let me know if you'd like to receive further issues.  Any comments are more than welcome.

I had a short story published recently too - you can read it  here - scroll down to page 3 but feel free to look at the rest of the stuff there!

And, finally, if you feel in need of some light holiday reading, why not try this book ?

Take care and have a lovely Summer - let's hope the sun shines soon!

Keep being creative!


Meditation - 22

The rain, so long awaited, drenches earth and concrete, hangs off leaves in a multitude of light-filled drops. The sun does not appear but his presence is seen in each drop.

Meditation - 21

The thrush watches magpies carefully, watches me silently, intelligence evident in her bright black eyes. Nesting female foraging for food.

Meditation - 20

I thought my house was cluttered until I cleared out my old car when I sold it. HOW much stuff was I lugging around?!

Meditation - 19

Dreams of things I fear; heights, haunted ruins and bells. But also dreaming of light on the sea, falling through dense cloud, capturing this on camera.

Saturday, 18 June 2011

Meditation - 18 - for Kaspa & Fiona

Dewdrops suspended from tomato plant leaf; pearl-diamond as the sun fills it with life.

Published again!

I have had a poem published by Circle Sanctuary Magazine!

The poem is called "Will You Dance?" and is blank verse in unequal stanzas with a strong rhythm. It appears in Issue 109 Summer 2011.

If you would like to find out more, please visit The Circle

Wednesday, 15 June 2011

Meditation - 17

The brash green of Spring softens, deepens in its colour to Summer fullness as the sky relaxes and takes on the bright, yet darker tones as the high point of the year approaches.

Meditation - 16

Rain-washed tarmac; delightful scent. How the sun gleams off damp metal and glass, renewing the drab metropolis.

Meditation - 15

Routine is actually good for me. It enables me to do the humdrum chores automatically whilst my mind runs riot in imaginative thinking.

Meditation - 14

The breeze-blown scents of may blossom and dying cherry flowers fill my nose as the robin's song cascades through the dawn air.

Tuesday, 14 June 2011

Dragonscale Clippings - the extra something for those who read my blog!

Dragonscale Clippings as you probably realise is the name of my blog. For those of you who faithfully return and read my blog, I have a present. 

It is  here

Let me know what you think of it! And if you would like to continue to receive these extra Clippings, contact me here at Freya or leave a Comment on this posting asking me to contact you. 

Hope you enjoy it!


Monday, 13 June 2011

Meditation - 13

Water runs softly all night long; soaking and cleansing the hard earth and dust-choked lives. Refreshing, renewing; the memory of water is powerful.

Meditation - 12

The rain that falls seeps into the dusty ground making the earth dark and moist once more. But the sun soon evaporates surface moisture, making the air humid and heavy. Summer reigns.

Meditation - 11

Clouds hold the air still, cold or warm. It is the wind who breathes freshness across the landscape, breaking cloud cover and opening the sky to fluctuations in temperature. Change.

Meditation - 10

The robin knows he can call me from the house to either feed him or scare off the cats. I cannot call him though. If I could, why would I?

Meditation - 9

The brisk, east wind scrapes clean the langurous humidity of summer, making it seem like winter again.

Meditation - 8

Moist smells of damp compost and that unique musky, growing scent of tomato plant, furry stems and perky leaves, tiny yellow flowers, harbingers of rich, red fruit.

Meditation - 7

Fine, brown dirt, the gold-dust of the garden; broken down organic material ready to germinate and grow new life, producing food for the table.

Meditation - 6

The scent of cut grass; living juices still rising, filling my nostrils with greeness and life itself.

Meditation - 5

Cool air inhaled. Warm air exhaled. Why doesn't the world heat up? Parliament should be tropical by now.

Meditation - 4

Eyes are the window into someone's soul. Connection with eyes links to the person's spirit. But, like windows, we can close the curtains and not allow others to see in.

Meditation - 3

Concentrating on one thing at a time reduces stress and keeps me calm and focused.

Meditation - 2

Their scent strikes my nose, a wide, honied smell that stops my speech. I search for them, discover their white mob-caps threaded with green ribbon; lily-of-the-valley.

Wednesday, 1 June 2011

Blogsplash - join a wedding on 18th June!

Kaspa & Fiona have taken over my blog for today, because they
need our help.

They are both on a mission to help the world connect with the world
through writing. They are also getting married on Saturday the 18th of

For their fantasy wedding present, they are asking people across the
world to write them a ‘small stone’ and send it to us using this form. You can also post the stone on your blog, or facebook or on twitter using the #aros hashtag.

A small stone is a short piece of observational writing – simply pay
attention to something properly and then write it down. Find out more
about small stones here.

If you’re willing to help, we’d love you to do two things:

1) Re-post this blog on your own blog any time before June the 18th and
give your readers a chance to hear about what we’re doing. You can
simply copy and paste the text, or you can find the html

2) Write us a small stone on our wedding day whilst we’re saying our
vows and eating cake, post it on your blog, and send
it to us.

You can find out more about our project at our website, Wedding Small
, and you can also read our blog at A River of Stones.

We also have a July challenge coming soon, when we’ll be challenging
you to notice one thing every day during July and write it down.

Thank you for listening, and we hope we’ll be returning from our
honeymoon to an inbox crammed with small stones, including yours.

Kaspa & Fiona

Meditation - 1

The downward gazing bluebell tube is not really blue at all; rather shades of purple in parallel strips. En masse they make a misty carpet of blue.

Imagination - 31

Imagine if everything was perfect, how we'd spoil it...

Imagination - 30

Imagine, above the lead-grey cloud, blue sky, blazing sun and all the colour of the rainbow!

Imagination - 29

Suppose you could absorb the agony of someone you loved and free them from the pain and hurt; how would you process it yourself?