It’s there, isn’t it?
This ache, this lingering echo in a world so loud with its demands, its relentless whispers of you are not enough.
How do we begin to let these messages go?
These wounds can feel so deeply etched, like a shadow that follows us. Yet this ache isn’t just yours or mine. It belongs, in some way, to all of us, woven into the fabric and experience of being human…..
Read MoreSeed time
is the time to be.
Not to push toward the bloom.
Not to struggle to bear fruit.
But to sink into the silence of the Earth,
to rest in the dark,
to not yet know its expression…..
Read MoreFor years,
I told myself no,
No cake, no indulgence,
No softness, no joy
I withheld permission
And measured myself
By rigid lines drawn on the outside….
Caught in the culture,
the relentless pressure to hustle,
to reshape,
to define,
to shrink.
Nip.
Tuck.
Pluck.
Shave….
Spoonfuls of Honey
I’ve been thinking lately about honey.
Sweet nectar gathered slowly
by bees and flowers
across fields and seasons
Nature’s generosity in a spoon…..
Read MoreI live among words -
Unfinished, half-formed
Drifting through me like weather.
I catch glimpses,
Small twinkles of inspiration
That stir something awake within me…..
Read MoreWe walk in open-hearted.
Shelves filled with promises-
pathways, outcomes,
Versions of who we might become
We fill our baskets…..
Read MoreI am a human, not a machine.
I cannot be fully systemised -
reduced to outputs, efficiencies,
or endless productivity
My life does not belong
to faceless corporations,
to dashboards and data streams
that are always trying to measure my life……
Read MoreI believe in the heart of humanity
to rise.
To meet the strife of this world
that we all feel-
in our bodies,
in the air,
in the pain and suffering
we are each carrying
In some way…..
Read MoreI wrote this poem after witnessing how many people gathered in peaceful protest for the No Kings march in America over the weekend.
Over 8 million people, across more than 3000 cities, standing for justice, for dignity, for truth……
Read MoreIn the sanctuary
Of my own inner garden
I can sense the ripening
Deep in the soil of me
My divine potential stirs……
Read MoreSome days
I need my own company
I sit with myself
The way I would sit with someone I love
Unhurried
Attentive
Without trying to fix or mend…..
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