Cleaved as I am in lust
so close I cannot see, cannot hear
Mouth to mouth, mated
I live in your chin.
Anger and love war in your eyes.
As tears spill,
I drink them
bitter
Bitter in my belly
I lose form and passion,
blind no more.
musings
Fireside on Friday 13th
Friday 13th Fireside with two Robins and Burt dog. I sit and sing the fire into being with hands and voice They guard. The fire eats the sign of Gebo I lay in it then produces the same x in … Read More
Come to the woods with me and see with new eyes the stories of your life
“On any given day, the story of “who I am” can be told in many ways, with every potential storyline holding some part of a fuller truth. Depending on life’s circumstance, the dominant storyline that we choose can be optimistic … Read More
Let nature inspire you
Throughout history nature has inspired so many artists, thinkers, writers, and designers. Why is this? Creativity arises effortlessly in a space of relaxed play. When we take time to stop and tune into our Natural world through our senses, we … Read More
Ear worms
A little musing as I wandered in the woods this morning about the power of song to help you move forward in your life.
A morning wander in pictures
Thoughts that arise as I am captured by various beings on my wander. (Click on the images for more detail.)
Musing on time
It’s snowing and on my morning stroll with Burt we find ourselves in the willow grove. The snow is like homeopathic granules, resting happily on fluffy textures like the moss and my scarf. The river is low, the train’s passing … Read More
stars and leaves
I was wandering in Bradley woods this morning and wondering at the brightness of the autumn leaves. On darker days it seems as if they emit their own light as they fall and fade on the forest floor. Yet their … Read More