Poem: Love Is Not
Love was busy telling me what Love is and is not and Love didn’t want me. I leaned in and learned the lesson anyway, what is was to listen and talk to Love.
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What Happens Sometimes In A Bar.
If you want to build resilience, visit a bar. There are things that sometimes happen in a bar that will make you strong. He looked at the woman to my left and the woman on my right and said ‘You two are amazing girls.’ His pronunciation pointed in a direction anywhere but me.
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Poem: Counting Stars
When does discovery end? How do you know when you have learned enough or all things? I think ‘discovering’ is a present art; could we not practice it endlessly, traversing ever deeper and higher and wider? When can you say you are known or know another enough? We are ever-changing, ever-expanding…
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Remember is Quicker than Forget.
I once said to someone that writing requires an ability to recall a moment, a feeling, a person in an instant. To re-enter the past and all we experienced there, then step back into the present. Thus, it is possible to live with much experience and emotion close to the…
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The Body Communion
I wrote this piece in the last few days. It’s a simple prayer really; it has a lot of uses and it echoes a number of sacred acts. i. my body welcomes your body my blood rises to meet your blood our body welcomes your body our blood rises…
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Poem: Listening
I have learned my body sings and I will let it.
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What Was Stolen (and a poem).
A few reflections on my tools of trade being stolen on New Years Day. What sentence that on which the story once hung so sweet? Which words of love and truth now miss their true intent?
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Marriage: A Garden – Poem.
More and more, I think that marriage isn’t about finding someone who ticks the boxes, with whom your life fits and feels complete – but choosing someone who you can build a life with. So the image of a garden seems appropriate – we don’t marry because we’ve discovered something beautiful, but because we want to create something beautiful.
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Hope Dances.
once in the shadow of a dark moon caught in the lamplight flicker hope danced on a black sky dimples of light where her feet landed hope knows how to dance on the deep darkness in the depths she latches on with fury curls up her will into lightening eyes…
Read MoreStarbucks Napkin – Poem.
There Are Some Dark Clouds Hanging Heavy Over This City I was hunting through the depths of my handbag, cleaning up and out in the buildup to New Year, potentially also because I am bored to death. I found this, that I wrote on a Starbucks napkin on the Upper…
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