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[…]
“When others demand that we become the people they want us to be, they force us to destroy the person we really are. It’s a subtle kind of murder … the most loving parents and relatives commit this murder with smiles on their faces.” ― Jim Morrison People are afraid of themselves They should stand up Read more about My sister is a serial killer[…]
“Take Daisy, for example. Her song, which had been somewhere in the back of her head for most of her life, had a reassuring, marching sort of beat, and words that were about protecting the weak, and it had a chorus that began “Evildoers beware!” and was thus much too silly ever to be sung Read more about Daisy’s Song[…]
“Each person who ever was or is or will be has a song. It isn’t a song that anybody else wrote. It has its own melody, it has its own words. Very few people get to sing their song. Most of us fear that we cannot do it justice with our voices, or that our Read more about Love, Trust and Kindness[…]
Dragonflies and black-faced sheepan elusive grey legged goose rain comes. gentle at first land we’re undercover of the treesbut quickly it’s heavier. and we make for the wooden hides. Here we can sit shelteredsurrounded by the sights and sounds of nature’s intrigues Breathe, soften, release,And remember ourselves as a part of the universe expanding. Come Read more about Reservoir Days[…]
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[…]
Keep feeling fascinationPassion burningLove so strongKeep feeling fascinationLooking, learningMoving on Human League. Source: LyricFindSongwriters: Philip Oakey / Jo Callis
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[…]
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 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[…]