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 …
Today at the river, the water gushed over polished rocks, smoothing the surfaces until they shone like jewels under the spring blue sky. And high above, three seagulls, calling in forlorn voices, flapped across – clearly far from home. A little trip, would you say? To explore what lies beyond the realms of water under …
Early mist covered the river that morning as I walked along its bank. And there it was, the delicate head of a pink iris. As I stooped to touch her ever so slightly, she nodded her head in all her loveliness. Shy and fragile. Graceful and gentle. Time stopped and I felt blessed to have …
I lie in bed and watch the autumn sky brighten from the east in the early hours of the morning. First a faint hint of orange, then a more steady brightness. Very soon, the low clouds blush with pink at their tips before the light changes again. The sky changes so swiftly, or perhaps, not …
The blue of the endless sky washes over the mountain side until the rocks are bathed in purest sapphire and indigo. Sugar dust of new snow dance on the peaks, faint and slight, white light that shines through. Solitude is a blessing and silence heals, all past wounds and the ones yet to come. …