Belonging

This poetry flew after a conversation with a dear yogi friend on cultural appropriation… … Humming like a bee. Breathing like Darth Vader. Yogi – am I allowed to be? Or just a cultural invader? Dancing like a star. Solid as a rock. My heart like diamonds afar, where to go, how to take stock?…

Changing Human Paradigm

Do we ever ask the Earth about her dream? Do we ever ask the Amazon about his needs? Do we ever ask the Arctic about its final wishes? Do we ever ask the glaciers about their ambitions? We storm and wonder about our benefits. We weigh up our economic gains. We wonder about our worst…

2020 Emerge-ncy

Chaos. Sickness. Panic. Freeze. This is an emergency. Let’s emerge with new strength. Lies. Conspiracies. Power struggles. Greed. This is an emergency. Let’s emerge with new authenticity. Destruction. Mining. Sucking. Pollution. This is an emergency. Let’s emerge with new respect. War. Violence. Death. Fear.   This is an emergency. Let’s emerge with new peace. Sadness….

Our New Home

Sparkling, rippling, ondulating. The ocean sends its lagoon into our garden. Fresh. Fresh. Fresh. Lush, green, waving. The palmtrees gently stroking the morning breeze. Peace. Peace. Peace. Cute, innocent, curious. The ducks and geeze waddling up to our deck to say G’day. Joy. Joy. Joy. Welcoming, warm, cosy. Our seaside cottage embracing us to start…

On Friendship, Growth & Life

A random encounter. Walks of life. Phases. Chapters. Songs. What did we know then? Different stories. Lessons of love. Searching. Learning. Growing. Where are we now? New songlines. Journeys to presence. Friendship. Acceptance. Peace. How will we live then? In each other’s loving presence, we have arrived. for my long-term friends Kate and Jess. With…

Your Light in my Darkness

I still feel your sense on me, as my senses slowly ease into a gentle yoga flow. Waking up in agitating heart pain with no words to explain, I still remembered your solid body on me. Wanting to cry in despair, I still had to smile as I recalled the un-asked for pleasure your strong thrusts created…

Gratitude to Earth

Today I’m feeling sad. Packing up a house doesn’t bother me. My soul was meant for the sea. But ripping out a garden which has sustained me, when there was no boat to gently rock me towards the horizon, is heart breaking. As we nourished your dead earth back, giving worms, compost, nutrients and love…

Wild Child

My wild child your home is the Sea Conceived on the waves She was the first you could see. Blue eyes like the water, expansive as the horizon, the world your oyster That’s my wish for thee. Now you roam secluded beaches, grassy planes, green hills and lush lands From coast to desert, plane, boat…

Cocoon, no Rush

I’ve been watching our silkworms real closely lately. One day they crawl into a corner to spit out silk and make their cocoon that way. They’ll never eat again. They’ll never poo again. They’ll lie still in metamorphosis for a while and when it’s time to come out as a transformed moth, they mate, lay…