Northern sky beckons a blue welcome, delicious crunchy forest floor soften the boot steps as I walk on familiar terrain, finding signs of spring like treasure scattered generously sprouting acorns, budding snowdrops shy long buds on beech, birdsong – the special one at evening and daybreak, beloved forest that I know so well and whose …
The light of the moon, pale and watery – shedding blue light to illuminate the darkness. When wounds open again, as it is to be expected. Observe, for a while, all that has happened and who you have become In the process. The past has no power to create a future which you deserve. Remain …
I have learned that trust is not an emotion you feel, but a condition you are in. The longer we practice being in trust, the wider our capacity to include becomes. It is not about being naïve, although there is an element of innocence in trust. Trust, as I have learned, means I am willing. …
I took a walk traversing known paths that criss-cross the river now dry, after the long, hot summer. My dog ran ahead, her silly ears flopping in the wind and I tagged behind stepping over smooth stones and rolling gravel. And as I walked, I imagined you next to me, or ahead or behind. And …
Each day I open the door of my heart To let in The sun The stars The moon Through the cracks And broken bits Rays of light Burst Like shards There is nothing soft About this sharpness And yet The edges are always blurred Not to heal the broken But to light the path Ahead …
The wild and noisy early summer evening envelops me as I sit on my chair in the garden. Coco lies on the cool tiles of the terrace, a welcome respite after the sudden and intense heat of the day. Already, birds are busy in the sky and the shrubs and trees. I can hear the …
I stand here as a human gender: female doing the balancing act of masculine and feminine In my space, the masculine has ruled too long through all the men who told me how to sit how to eat how to think how to act and through the women, who said nothing I want to embrace …
Reset. I gather it all in. my hands, my feet my breath. In Samasthiti. Hands to heart. Prayer position or remembering. Yoga. Finding my way back to center. Observing as breath moves the body and movement the breath. Curious how this vocabulary will evolve. Finding myself speaking, thinking like my teacher. Trusting this path to …
This space that my body inhabits Is a dot in the play of things. This space that my spirit lives Is as big as creation itself. I see the clouds move and shift, Bringing colour and change To seamless and endless blueness. I listen to the waves that breath Upon the shore, time and again. …
Always on the road, my soul path traverses unchartered terrain. It is a long winding tiny path; Sometimes hidden below fallen leaves. Often, shadowed by tall grey clouds. But there it is, always beckoning, whispering. And while I walk, I place one hand on my heart protecting that sacred place, that is mine alone. A …