Dark moon

Seed set. Night returns. Mary Magdalene is honoured. The seed sistas dress as Amanita muscariaPsychedelic fish swim byHere with the sturgeon on the Lammas full moon. back in my hometown with a toolkitrediscovering the old with new eyes. Walkingfinding the beauty where I had previously seen none. AnnaJoy says remember. you are made of magic. Read more about Dark moon[…]

Crouch Estuary

dreams. Bronze Slow worm. hop flowers foxWood pigeon calling, calling me home Unpaved road. hidden reserveblue house farm. owl cam. sheep camouflaged ingolden fields. red sail passing. guiding us on. steps rising. onto the sea wall. Soft breeze cooling. flap of wings so close. skimming the surface of the dry yellow grasssmell of the seaweed Read more about Crouch Estuary[…]

Seeing the old with new eyes

Swirling whirling clouds of past, present, future mixing and merging time. flowing back into an old place finding things I’d never seen before. Getting off the arterial roadsAnd beyond the back streetsthere’s golden fields.looking up above the houses. there are trees all around here. Just north a bit are some of the oldest oaks in Read more about Seeing the old with new eyes[…]

Where I come from……

I come from the stars, I come from a Mars. travelling through space and time. towing the line. walking out of line Leading a wonky dance Eat you heart out Max Wall. Don’t follow me!!!But Then maybe do follow me. You hear wordsof voices long stifledand you find your camel. The one you didn’t know Read more about Where I come from……[…]

Sun

Summer sunAutumn sunWinter sunSpring sunRising, floating, descending, disappearing. Illuminating, shadow casting Compass.Source of warmth and light,energy and power.Glowing throbbing heartbeating the pulse of life weaving a prayer of love.marking the rhythm of the Dance.Circles, Cycles, Spirals

River walk

An Essex estuary walk Seagulls and Swans and smugglers innsSail boat rigging clinking in the cool breeze. the tide slowly going out To reveal the old Ford. Memorial benches, pointing to favourite views,remember beloved fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, friends. the people of importance. We sit and enjoy the cool. Then bring home some honey from Read more about River walk[…]

Heatwave

An early morning stroll through the woods. before the heatwave crashes in on us. the shimmer and glimmer of light. bouncing through the trees It is hot in the garden alreadybut the cooling sound of water trickling offers some respite. Light reflects off the surface of the waterSending flickering flames up the bark. A breeze Read more about Heatwave[…]

Rumi

Rumithe first whirling saint of poetryspinning like a galaxyweaving constellations of wordslike blazing stars,numinous moons,planets with gardens blossomingand oceans floating in space. Rumithe first whirling saint of poetrytraversing the geographyof divine desire with longingstronger than the undertow of history. This presence ismysterious, like the silhouette of music,the circumference of a dream. When Rumi met Shamsthe Read more about Rumi[…]

I am made of magic

I am made of magic. I am see-through sparkles I can walk on water. I can speak to dolphins. I can shapeshift and extend to the ends of the cosmos I can sing in harmony with the stars. I can do 50 consecutive backflips. In fact, I can fly. I can swim to the bottom Read more about I am made of magic[…]