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…..
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I live among words -
Unfinished, half-formed
Drifting through me like weather.
I catch glimpses,
Small twinkles of inspiration
That stir something awake within me…..
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We walk in open-hearted.
Shelves filled with promises-
pathways, outcomes,
Versions of who we might become
We fill our baskets…..
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I 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……
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I 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…..
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I 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……
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In the sanctuary
Of my own inner garden
I can sense the ripening
Deep in the soil of me
My divine potential stirs……
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Some 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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She speaks
In the hush of forests
In the softness of moss underfoot
In the chorus of the wind through the ancient trees
In the birdsong at dawn
In the glorious bloom of wildflowers
All of creation is a verse
Bees, oceans, fungi, flame -
Each playing their part in the great poem……..
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This year
May my life be a reflection of service
An offering
A contribution to the world
Rooted in compassion and care
May my actions contribute to healing
And kindness
The threads of connection
That weave us all together……
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Some days life feels utterly impossible
The kettle takes too long to boil
My body is stiff
My inner weather is rough
Emails blink like demands
My phone buzzing with expectations
My never-ending to-do list untouched…..
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