Journal pages, Poetry and Prose  

I found this daffodil in the garden this morning. All in bloom. Noticed it last week, while it was still in bud but, seeing the degree of damage done by caterpillars it did not occur to me it will still grow this much. As a botanist, I know the resilience of plants, the determination build deep inside to grow anywhere, and make sure they seed in any given conditions. Simplified, their life has 3 rules. First rule: grow. Second rule: follow the sun, it will mature you. Third r

The beauty of nature awaken in the fresh spring and the thirst for the new starting life. I cannot get passed the way it avidly holds the flower cup to sip the nectar. Mesmerising! © 2017Carmen Silva

Have been taking a couple of days off from acting as a result of a medical impediment as I like to call it. I guess I realised I cared too much for people and stuff that did not reciprocate, and consumed myself hard enough to end up in a bit of a strain. Trying not to talk about politics, but Brexit is no help either, as the level of psychological stress it causes is tremendous. Not knowing what will happen is excruciating and, in my worst moments, I tend to believe it falls