The Enlightenment

  It’s okay to still believe. It’s okay to cup your hand in that ancient stream. To flex and strive, admit defeat. It’s alright to yield, to beat your wings upon a fleeting sheet of sky. To sail on still the silent seas. Leave fallow fields, to go to seed. To sink roots deep, plunge … More The Enlightenment

Heron

  Your wings arch and rise. Beneath such tides the world is silenced.   Observant, the clouds roll back a parchment scribed with prophesy I can’t translate.   Your eye, dart sharp, immaculate, clear as a lake reflecting granite sky. Your dull plumage brims with a universe of stars.   From marble plinth, brink you … More Heron

Mother

I visit you with your favourites a fresh cream slice and Hyacinths on a bright Sunday afternoon and you look up from deal or no deal on the telly to greet the lively,  pink bloom I hope it might remind you of the old garden beds you dug over one long gone June. Your eyes … More Mother

Sehnsucht

Over the winter solstice, my young daughter came along with me to a red tent gathering for the first time. As is practice, a wool yarn bracelet was woven between us in acknowledgement of the deep interconnection and interdependence with have with one another and the earth. This bracelet became very special to my daughter … More Sehnsucht