The rains have come and the world has burst forth in all its luscious abundance. Even the Ash trees have finally woken up and found their green. The sky is immense, Magnificent in its array of cloud formations.A spit of darkest grey slides across the white expanse And the last rays of evening backlight beatific Read more about Clouds[…]
Walk Slowly It only takes a reminder to breathe,a moment to be still, and just like that,something in me settles, softens, makesspace for imperfection. The harsh voiceof judgment drops to a whisper and Iremember again that life isn’t a relayrace; that we will all cross the finishline; that waking up to life is what wewere Read more about Walk Slowly[…]
The Real Work It’s as if a king has sent you to some country to do a task, and you perform a hundred other services, but not the one he sent you to do. So human beings come to this world to do particular work. That work is the purpose, and each is specific to Read more about Rumi[…]
In ancient Greek religion and mythology, Pan (/ˈpæn/;[1] Ancient Greek: Πάν, romanized: Pán) is the god of the wild, shepherds and flocks, nature of mountain wilds, rustic music and impromptus, and companion of the nymphs.[2] He has the hindquarters, legs, and horns of a goat, in the same manner as a faun or satyr. With his homeland in rustic Arcadia, he is also recognized as the god of fields, groves, wooded glens and Read more about Pan[…]
With Sally Davies Precious Woods Song and Gong https://www.facebook.com/gongandsonginpembs/ The Invitation Quietness Inside this new love die. Your way begins on the other side Become the sky. Take an axe to the prison wall. Escape. Walk out like somebody born into colour. Do it now. You’re covered with thick cloud. Slide out the side. Die, Read more about Poetry Dive[…]
Roger Macfarlane – Singing nature back to life. Folkradio.co.uk says of the spell song, ‘ Little Astronaut (inspired by the Lark) might tie for title place alongside The Lost Words Blessing as arguably one of the albums most touching moments. Molyneux describes it as a “nod to all voices – small or great, loud or lonely – who (…) Read more about Lost words – Spellsongs[…]
Monday – Late Spring a further gift (lockdown continues, as does the good weather). The moon slides into darkness, meteors shower. I settle into stillness, slowing down to the speed of sound. Able to hear and see the world around, able to notice the colours of a fishes eyelids. The still bare branches of the Read more about Late Spring[…]
Tuesday 31st March 3pm – My poem is coming, Primroses and a velvet cat remind me not to forget. I come up the garden to collect it. Lying back, I see the sky above me “I want to dive in naked, lose myself in your depths”, sing the Waterboys “I want to be with you Read more about Primroses and a Velvet cat[…]