Category: Heart living
Treesisters calling
This poem came through after watching David Attenborough’s Life on this Planet. If you haven’t watched it, may I HIGHLY recommend that you do and that you then share it far and wide. It’s causing a wave of awakening.. Amidst it all.Amidst uncertaintyEmotional frailtyRealization that how we have livedHas desecrated our worldUnknowinglyThen knowingly Because we didn’t,Because Read more about Treesisters calling[…]
Island songs – Ólafur Arnalds
Coloured fishing vessels are often moored in the tiny harbour of Hvammstangi, a town that sits in the eastern shore of the Miðfjörður. The name is derived from ‘hvammur’, which means a green space in a mountain and is now home to Einar, a poet and teacher in Icelandic and literature. He moved to this Read more about Island songs – Ólafur Arnalds[…]
Peace is This Moment Without Judgment
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[…]
Come home
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[…]
Follow your heart
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
Wind, leaves, conkers, sand and shells.
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
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[…]
Never underestimate the inclination to bolt when we hurt – Pema Chodrun
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Friday 3rd September
First sighting of morning dew and Birdsong has returned, Robins with their autumn chorus