This is one of my 'waking up in the middle night with a poem' poems, which sometimes happens. I remember that when I woke up, there was the strongest feeling of time and life passing. There was a sense of weight or heaviness in recognising the time I've already had. And in not knowing how… Continue reading at night. in silence
Category: reflections
coming and going
Whenever I travel, I have a few things I like to do for a peaceful, happy and intentional journey. One that I've been doing for a while now, is to make an intention to arrive safely at my destination. Mostly, this is about a smooth landing at my destination. I see it in my mind… Continue reading coming and going
some days
Some days are easy. They offer themselves to us. We live inside them. With ease and flow.Other days are not. They present themselves. We struggle inside them. With difficulty. One thing that life is, is constantly changing. Within our life, there is ease and comfort as well as challenge and difficulties. There is ebb and… Continue reading some days
the night is too bright
One night, I woke to bright light coming through the windows instead of darkness. This was the real start of winter. After snowfall, the white landscape below was reflecting and intensifying all the light..The night is too brightSnow reflectedAll is lightThe night is too quiet Sound absorbedAll is still The night is too longMany questions… Continue reading the night is too bright
a view. my view
A while ago, I remember that I wrote about wanting to be somewhere with a view. In a place 'just for me'. Was it last year? The year before? I don't remember ...Perhaps I envisaged this. Or something that felt like this. I don't remember that either. But somehow being able to look out onto… Continue reading a view. my view
small kindnesses
This story has been waiting for a little while to be written. There have been reasons to write it earlier but I've kept putting it off. Just now though, another reason has appeared. So I'm prompted to share a few words about some 'small kindnesses' recently shared with me. A few minutes ago, I realised… Continue reading small kindnesses
sunrise reflected
There is a glass block window o the stairs. It reflects light and colour from the outside which changes with season and time of day. The poem was inspired by a sunrise one morning along with a sense of presence, and feeling of being 'here.' Sunrise reflected Wall of windows Sharing lightReflections shineFrom withoutTo within… Continue reading sunrise reflected
new year … intentions
I've been sharing a few words with a friend about my intentions for 2023. I know that most people begin a New Year with a bunch of well-intentioned resolutions. They have tasks to do and goals to pursue. But I no longer do. Instead of making resolutions for the New Year, I set intentions. What's… Continue reading new year … intentions
looking ahead …
At the end of a year, we look back. We can see it all because we have lived it. We review the year just past, perhaps with some judgement, perhaps even some regrets. As we look ahead to a New Year, what do we see? It's an unknown place, the future. There is a new… Continue reading looking ahead …
a new year
A New Year ... of Space For growthFor change To appearA New Year ... of Time For wishesFor dreamsTo come true .A New Year A New Vision For life and living Of imaginationAnd creationWonderingsOf possibility And desirability Expansions . A New YearA New Version Of you and of meNot to replaceOr to rejectBut to renewOf… Continue reading a new year
on seeing
Why is it we sometimes do not see?... what is right in front of us ... what is staring us in the face... what is so clear and obviousWe don't always see because... our eyes are not open ... our minds will not accept ... our hearts are not ready This artwork is in the… Continue reading on seeing
on being a writer. or not.
I'm still deciding whether I'm a writer or not. Whether I can call myself a writer. And perhaps 'deciding' isn't the right word to use. I don't think it's a decision. It feels more like I need permission.Can I call myself a writer if no-one reads what I write? I'm not sure. Some people will… Continue reading on being a writer. or not.
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