Stirrings. January takes its name from Janus, the Roman god of beginnings and endings. Winter light. Naked trees and Moons. Dark skies and stars. Quieten, draw in, Ice and snow swirl and whirlbreathe slow. Settle. Cwtch in.blankets and candles.journals and books.lamplight and shadows.Fire Drop. the seeds are held deep in the earthRest in mystery. place of all Read more about January[…]
Light workers says Lorie Ladd alchemise the fear and divide. Into love and unity hold the love. Let it run to ground. Keep remembering. coming back. in love and compassion. I am here to alchemise. anger, rage, Hatred, separateness. David Whyte describes how these emotions show us the love within us. Keep connected to other Read more about Ascension[…]
Let’s go on our journey. night travellers. Into the dark womb of silent stillness. the holding space. centre of mystery and sorcery. sanctuary of truth and secrecy. Explanding out into eternity. blending into infinity. boundless. I float suspended. A moon mothflutters through the darkness. feeding on the cool flowers of the night. The air vibrating Read more about Moon and Night[…]
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……[…]
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
Monday 10th August The hottest day yet. A little adventure. With a seven year old and a seventy year old Through field of golden mown hay To find the River Roach We get as far as a wooded glade with a little confluence of streams And throw stones and play poo sticks. Read more about Slowdive[…]
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[…]
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[…]
“We are the mirror, as well as the face in it. We are tasting the taste of eternity this minute.We are pain and what cures pain. We are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours. Soul of the world, no life, nor world remain, no beautiful women and men longing. Only this ancient love circling the holy black Read more about Tasting Eternity[…]