My heart is adrift on an endless ocean a current of loss ripped it from me one moment I was laughing amongst friends I felt so connected bathed in the sound of their voices and our togetherness It was only a moment to myselffloating with my face to the sunheld by the wateran embrace of…
Tag: creativity
Learning, what and how
We learn all the time, that’s for sure. We don’t have to go to school to learn, but when we go to school we learn there too. What is it that we learn? That is the question, an important one, the only one that really matters. What do we learn? Once that question is discovered,…
Transitioning
Doing from nothing Do nothing Become being To birth A different way Of doing Not jarring But flowing
Human race
Why are we called the human race? Are we humans in a race? A race to survive for a lack of wisdom to stop and see each other in need of a caring embrace? So there is a race with wonderful achievements even conquering space testimony to our ability to question and create Togetherness makes…
Love is not a fairy tale, it is a myth
Love is whatever we make of it. We get to define it. We have to decide it, define it, imagine it, create it, live it. If we don’t do these things, love will not exist. This is something I’ve written that kind of explains, to myself, my own perplexing journey in search of romantic love….
Unicorns and all such things
Shame will snuff out the sparkle and let the magic of miracle making energy disappear replacing the possibility of love with fear So watch out and wash out the things that bring shame the thoughts and the judgements the long held beliefs that ask you ‘”what is wrong with you?” and tells you “well, you’ve only…
I am an island. I am a new beginning.
I am a dark night sky full of mystery and sparkle I am a cloud crying tears that soak the earth I am a mountain stream carrying a future carrying dreams I am an ocean vast holding pain and sorrow and hope for tomorrow I am a tree silent, immovable yet I whisper and sway…
The Patriarchy of Disconnection
I have not published for a while and whilst 20 drafts sit waiting to be published, I’m writing something new. It has been a weekend of celebrating the wonder of words and poetry. Yesterday evening I attended a beautiful event on the beautiful peninsula of Gower, where I live. This event was in honour of…
Silence
Be still my soul the best words are found in silence Even the One who calls Himself Word The One who speaks but cannot be heard by those who only use their ears So be still my soul and listen.
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