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.
The earth reveals
Hideous empty egg your contents foul poisoned by the shade of a formless phantom. baring marks of cruelty black seeds of fetid thought where elemental beauty died.
early morning – full moon
Under the moon, bare branches drenched in beams of silver white. The early morning mist hangs and drifts through the small woodland and across the recreation ground. The ground is lightly frosted with dew drench. The darkness is intimate under … Read More
A journey with Birch
The shining light beckons through the dark the dark Which is warm. not scary safe The light offers a challenge. the light beckons light calls the light shines through a keyhole Do I know the key? Is it a song? … Read More
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
forest therapy to support women through menopause.
“It was so nourishing to join with women in a similar life phase. To be held by Emma and Nisha and the woods was so soothing to an nervous system in transition. I left feeling seen, heard and having witnessed … 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
Morning thoughts and some Martin Shaw
This morning I spent some much needed and spacious time in the woods musing. Then I lay on the grass of the recreation ground and felt the earth gently turning as the clouds past over head. Feeling deeply content in … Read More