Coming in & going out.

Coming in
we gasp our first.
Going out
we release our last
and in between,
we live our lives
round, robust
Impassioned –
and there,
guided by a
single, inner light,
we do our soulful,
sweetest best.

In respect of Jo Cox,
Labour MP shot and killed
In her constituency Wednesday 16th June 2016


Seize the day as night comes slowly
to gather and hide the Light.
Be present in your breath for
therein lies the wisdom of your Life.
Crack wide the rigid bones of your ribs
for there, nestled within that cage,
lies the cavern of your wild and glorious Love.

~ The Voice ~
Alan Rickman 1946 – 2016

I feel as if I only had you
for a brief moment,
and now,

Somewhere out in
vast mystical wasteland,
there is vibration new ~
a chocolate velvet
clustered sound ~

floating ~
suspended ~
light ~

you belong to many
yet to no one at all…..
nothing could be
more right…..
Enjoy the Mystery.

Rememberance of a Part Lost



I have a small, soft edged stone
in my little pocket.
It’s been there for sometime,
this feminine stone so gentle.
I sit and hold it in my right palm.
Perhaps the masculine in me
shall feel its soft voice,
this perfectly gentle rose quartz.
And I remember ….
I see you in my mind
as a tear falls from my watery eye.
Landing on my hand like a gift,
I see I am so blessed to have known you.

Birthing and Dying


Birthing and Dying

My eyes are full.
Full with weight
of small stones I carry.
Stones about us all,
about life,
about the cries and moans
of labour through, into the next life…..
As the sperm fertilizes the egg,
so the child comes into the world
planting its seed…..
We grow towards being born
through our Human footprints,
those oh so heavy footprints,
towards our dying….
So soon we do move, stones and all,
into the ‘next life’.
Birthing and Dying –
on and on with our many stones.

Looking Inside

Looking Inside.

Twilight and I am nestled up the corner 
in my generous chair 
completely holding my rounded form
like a mother holds her baby so tenderly. 
“I am not ready for winter” 
I mewled in my little mind
as the street light simmered its nauseous amber
and the fire waited to be warmed up 
by matches, paper and crackling kindling. 

My thoughts are flitting and monkey like
as my body, a little anxious,
wants to dart back and forth 
tidying, cleaning, packing for my trip….
my trip…… my journey to foreign parts
where one goes to support an only child
through major surgery. 
Brain surgery. 

This is not easy and yet,
tears just will not break through the torrid barrier 
of respectablity, capability, politeness,
societal expectations….. 

I actually want to scream – 
I want to scream a viscious and vile scream. 
It is not about being a victim 
or the noxious stuff 
which negativity is made of.
It is about 
the incredulity of yet another wretched 
entanglement of Life and Living’s experiences…..
I can accept AND I can rage…

Do not come to my door 
attempting to stop my voice or hers….
the voluble need of anyone who is in pain. 
Join with us and scream
that it may turn to laughter 
as the truthfulness of all things
falls into place.


Compassionately Speaking


Compassionately Speaking

Compassionately Speaking

My body wept the tears of my little life, inside.
My heart split open from wetness
of smouldering sadness
as out flew compassionate,
strong arms of an Angel
carrying wings for every single soul
who suffers in this life.
The Angel spoke wordlessly into my eyes –
“When one suffers, all suffers ~ you are not living this alone.”