tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87243634279541785152024-03-12T22:30:26.822-07:00Maggie Chilvers is: 'The Poet'Maggie is a multi skilled artist, able to incorporate and draw upon her other talents which include photography and watercolour painting. She..is able to transform individual life stories or community events into poetry that are true works of art.
Maggie runs a thriving company 'Shared Lives'Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13356652691431555442noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8724363427954178515.post-77253674820014131322008-11-19T09:29:00.000-08:002009-05-06T05:03:02.766-07:00NEWS!! - STRESS MANAGEMENT PROGRAM FOR THE UNIVERSITY OF BRADFORD<div><br /></div><div>REIKI HEALING</div><div><br /></div><div>Maggie is a Master Reiki Practitioner as well as a Poet, Author, Mother, Artist and Group Facilitator for Stress Management.</div><div><br /></div><div>Holistics 4 Health (a company shared with her friend and colleague Paula) are currently organising a scheme for the University of Bradford providing a range of Complementary Therapies to facilitate a unique, piloted Stress Management Program within the School of Health Studies. </div><div><br /></div><div>If you would like to have more details about the program then please do not hesitate to contact Maggie for further information at: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center">01535 274079<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span lang="EN-CARRIBEAN"><a href="mailto:Magc2@hotmail.co.uk"><span style="text-decoration:none;text-underline:nonecolor:windowtext;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Magc2@hotmail.co.uk</span></span></a><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><span lang="EN-CARRIBEAN">Mob 07828012545</span><span lang="EN-CARRIBEAN" style="font-size:11.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p></div>Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13356652691431555442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8724363427954178515.post-55737938008143803732008-10-25T02:59:00.000-07:002008-11-19T08:29:15.928-08:00THOUGHT PROVOKING..<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family:verdana;"><span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Autumn Skies</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /><br />There are messages there<br />up in the skies<br />If only we humans<br />opened our eyes<br />Today I saw gossamer<br />Angelic Folds<br />Spreading out like a huge fan<br />All grey, pink and gold<br />Like the wings of a Goddess<br />What a joy to behold.<br /><br />As if to a harp's strings<br />Autumn wafts above<br />Winds sing to the Summer<br />Bidding 'Adieu' with love</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Hear a kiss from the breeze<br />rustle the leaves<br />as they tumble like trinkets<br />from the tawny clad trees<br />To lie where they land<br />all tarnished and curled.<br />Till, with the onset of Winter<br />like fingers unfurled.<br />They whither away<br />return to the Earth<br />Enriching it's goodness</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">to prepare for New Birth<br /><br />I feel like I've transcended<br />up into the sky<br />I breathe in it's goodness<br />As the clouds pass me by.<br />Here, from my window<br />It's so wondrous to see<br />The sweep of a hillside<br />The arms of a tree.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Rocking the swallows<br />as the prepare for their flight<br />the red ball of sun<br />as it sinks into night.<br /><br />There are messages there<br />Up in the skies<br />If only we humans<br />opened our eyes<br />Instead of proceeding<br />with our lives at great speed<br />We should give ourselves time<br />Their meaning to read.<br /><br />Like an unfurled<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">of the birds</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br />In the trees<br /><br />The lace.<br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: right; "><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Margaret Ann Chilvers</span></span></div></div></span>Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13356652691431555442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8724363427954178515.post-84652853257889847092008-10-25T02:41:00.000-07:002008-10-25T03:10:27.346-07:00<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-CARRIBEAN"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">One day you’ll take your rightful place, and illuminate the quiet grace.. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-CARRIBEAN"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">which shines behind your lovely face. There’s more to you than just good looks</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CARRIBEAN"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(make sure that I can do your books.) And when that time comes sister, </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CARRIBEAN"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I feel I have to say...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">.You know </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">that I am here for you,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> with you all the way.</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CARRIBEAN"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Thanks for all you are to me.. 'Have a wonderful Birthday.' </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU5cOke6LiJr9T90zfyQ4uHmjoTocCD0Ge5bwb6mWCe7w2tlJIWz7wIVxlziD91pSbaP3kPFCzXIZ95DSImLqJ5KSbM5Haxjwj_mv7gKBwRDeY38hdXDPCZI43Ry8ft0nPdpeFp70fq7cg/s200/800px-birthday_candles.jpg" /><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">This poem wa</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">s penned by Maggie to celebrate love shared between sisters.</span></span></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-CARRIBEAN"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">The poem was fantastic and beautifully presented. I ca</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">n assure you, I will be telling all my friends about your wonderful talents. The poem brought tears of joy to my eyes, and in my sister’s words ‘It was a priceless piece</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> of work.’ </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Roshan Irfan</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span lang="EN-CARRIBEAN"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></p><p></p>Paulahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13356652691431555442noreply@blogger.com0