Do you think peace requires an end to war?Or tigers eating only vegetables?Does peace require an absence fromyour boss, your spouse, yourself?…Do you think peace will come some other place than here?Some other time than Now?In some other heart than yours? Peace is this moment without judgment.That is all. This moment in the Heart-spacewhere everything Read more about Peace is This Moment Without Judgment[…]
Please Come Home. by Jane Hooper. Please come home. Please come home.Find the place where your feet know to walkAnd follow your own trail home. Please com home. Please come into your own body,Your own vessel, your own earth.Please come home into each and every cellAnd fully into the space that surrounds you. Please come Read more about Come home[…]
Look for the signs And reach out to people with love Ugly duckling finds the swans And finds she’s not ugly after all she’s really rather beautiful
Cool autumn air scattering crispy brown leaves Then sweeping them into piles Which soften the fall of shiny brown conkers Giant seed balls still Bearing a vernix coating. birthed from spiky shells with the softest of liningS. Then onto the beach blown along by the chill east wind. The Sun still clinging onto its last Read more about Wind, leaves, conkers, sand and shells.[…]
Seven thirty and the light is starting to diminish. lamps are needed to read by. The time of fires is fast approaching. Next week is forecast to be a late blast of heat,Summer going out in a blaze before the equinox marks the step change in the seasonsAnd the year wanes into the time of Read more about Seven thirty[…]
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First sighting of morning dew and Birdsong has returned
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[…]
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[…]
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[…]