2017, 19th November Writing

POEM FOR DELFI During a wintery, rain-swept circular journey around Germany I’ve found such amazing friendship, warmth and connection of heart to finish a poem about my trip to Delfi… (read more)

2017, 25th October Writing
OTHERWISE* I have met ones Or other wise two Who see the world As though through My other pair of eyes And here dwells The gaze-lifting might Of moving mountains The chasms deep blue Of the teeming ocean… (read more)

2017, 12th September Writing

THE MOLE STORY — AN ELEGY TO MOLEFULNESS The more I delve and dig, Into the dazzling and dense, Distant and delicate world, The more this not-seeing reveals itself; So much so that today I thought, Why not close your eyes, forever, And simply dive? The smell, taste… (read more)

2017, 9th August Writing

BOUNDLESS This poem was inspired by the non-duality (advaita) retreat I was part of at Kissos in the Pelion with Michael A. Rodriguez and friends. Another attempt to express the learning of living and diving in the liminal… (read more)

2017, 6th August Writing

A FIELD GUIDE TO GETTING LOST A beautifully crafted reflection here on the empowerment of loss and change, how it reconnects us with life… the link to the ancient Greek word ‘psyche’ I find fascinating… (read more)

2017, 16th July Writing

SACRAMENT OF A CIRCLE The word sacrament isn’t used much now and mostly has religious connotations. But I’ve been thinking about it in the context of community; for every intentional group of people there is a sacrament, a glue, that holds the members together… (read more)

2017, 25th June Writing

POEM FOR MY MOTHER This dark-fringed little woman is my mum. I’m celebrating from afar in Greece; unbelievably she turned 80 yesterday. She hasn’t changed much really! Gray hairs crept in a few years ago… (read more)

2017, 17th May Writing

WORK CAMP AT ANILIO, GREECE Work camp ending at Anilio before our Yoga, Writing & Art begins today. And glad to have a zen shot of me painting this wall! It’s the characteristic lime-wash you see all over Greece, and also has been quite a meditation that got me thinking… (read more)

2017, 11th April Writing

UNLIKE ME A kind of poem, memoir and statement of an evolving feminism and poetic activism rolled into one. And today… there are some unseen peacemakers in the world who, like the artist or the healer… (read more)

2017, 3rd February Writing

POEM OF LA GOMERA My poem of this trip in January 2017 ended up as solid rock-like verses, attempts to convey the feeling of meeting this volcanic frontier, in the landscape and in me. From the meaning of Islas Canarias (island of the dogs), there are little echoes of poets that spirited the experience… (read more)

2016, 8th December Writing

BECAUSE WE ARE ALREADY ROOT* This poem is about darkness and light. The language we attach to these polarities. Actually, in the journey of the soul, to the divine, they are the same. It is the naming that divides them. The poem questions, why do we see light as… (read more)

2016, 8th June Writing

THE IRREPLACEABLE Mum, is it because You have been so Not-counting happy To swallow your pride And wing out of your way For so many long long miles That the doctor now says: ‘Your hip needs replacing’ And: ‘Your heart is too big It’s oversized for your body’… (read more)

2016, 31st May Writing

THE MOVING ARCHETYPE A prevailing ‘moving archetype’ of this era is that of the immigrant, the homeless person. We now have these images sealed in our minds and psyche. In spiritual cultures through history the stranger… (read more)

2016, 21st May Writing

WHY I LIKE BUTTERCUPS Jewels of the grass, They are the crowning yellow of yellows. They are not flakey flowers —Cowardice does not lurk in their belly, But a call to dance, to come and knees-up, And a give us your chin up… (read more)

2016, 4th April Writing

NATURE AND THE BODY It has long been understood that the natural world, connection with wild spaces and engagement with what lives and grows in the soil beneath our feet, is good for the human soul… (read more)

2016, 4th April Writing

THE BREAKTHROUGH New birth hurts It cuts through You, discards The old leaf For the new… (read more)

2016, 16th March Writing

ACHILLES HEELS You’re sitting, legs askew On the deck of a boat. Is it the bobbing water beneath your gunnel That is making your cling With hands, skirt, lips, That slightly forced smile? And your feet, Jammed into tight, white, backless sandals, Like the cigarette jammed between your fingers, Portray a woman unsure, unseen, Grasping desperately… (read more)

2015, 14th December Writing

GOING TO GROUND II: BITING WINTER’S APPLE It’s winter and my body is shrouded; My spark, I know, flickers thin beneath its cloak. As I ascend and wind up to the gallery, It is as though climbing a tree to get a view. And whilst damp shoppers cling in the marketplace, I am up here, peering on tip-toe into… (read more)

2015, 9th November Writing

MY EKPHRASIS: ART AS A BACKDROP TO A POEM Hello, hello, hello Is there anybody there? The mobile line goes empty, Alive, then wincing to a buzz. There’s a mouth-shaped void In the gap between What’s native and what isn’t… (read more)

2015, 15th July Writing

EDGE IN THE NATURE OF THINGS III Sometimes the ground on which we’ve stood for years — That room, where objects we’ve known rest against its edges, Containing us like signposts on a pilgrimage — That place in nature, where spirit drops our feet So much closer to the grass… (read more)

2015, 11th July Writing

EDGE IN THE NATURE OF THINGS II While once, perusing the life-lines of your face, Its landmarks of grace, failure; pathways of shadow, light, The question lingered, ‘What it is that has brought you salvation?’ I now see this as a telling for your rest bed, your death-bower… (read more)

2015, 20th June Writing

EDGE IN THE NATURE OF THINGS It’s not for me to know why or how That in touching things — This spoon on the work bench, That box on the window-sill, Whilst sifting dusty traffic sounds… (read more)

2015, 28th January Writing

I TELL THE TREES “To see death is to touch life,” she said, Turning her head to look at him, Turning west, that is, Towards the framed light of a dipping sun… (read more)

2014, 18th July Writing

THE PLACE OF RESOURCE Seated here, crossed-legged, I am archaic sea creature Clamped fossil-like to a rock, Grafted on the sea’s dark floor… (read more)

2014, 13th April Writing

WRITE AT NIGHT Back in November last year I was travelling to Greece with my partner and our van was broken into outside a supermarket. It was midday, we were travel-worn and didn’t notice until half an hour down the road. The bags that were snatched contained both of our lap-tops… (read more)

2013, 13th September Writing

AUTUMN POEM I love this treasure of a poem I found by this undiscovered poet of her time (of the 1,800 poems she wrote only 7 were ever published)… and I’ve been contemplating what the modern equivalent might be to ‘put a trinket on’… (read more)

2013, 15th August Writing

SUMMER PILGRIMAGE POEM Self-shelf, shell fish My clam-side washed by Moon tide, moon-clock Dissolving a tale Of ragged thread Fabric of gut-pearl Shell fish, sell-fish Speared off the old block… (read more)

2012, 11th December Writing

SYMBOL OF PEACE Olive-picking this autumn; Thrashing and stroking the slippery green and black Chocolate-purple fruits From branch to ground, Over and over and over… (read more)

2012, 25th September Writing

UNTITLED “Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back — Concerning all acts of initiative (and creation), there is one elementary truth that ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then Providence moves too… (read more)

2012, 30th June Writing

GREECE POEM Body and words melt, Drowned by sense and sound, And the sea’s blue quell Pulsating and shimmering In the electric air… (read more)

2012, 16th May Writing

A REFLECTION ON HOPE The word ‘hope’ popped up so many times in a literally uplifting conversation I heard on Radio 4 between Jim Al-Khalili and Frances Ashcroft, this year’s winner of the L’Oreal-UNESCO Woman in Science award… (read more)

2012, 13th March Writing

UNTITLED Only the soul knows we grow best in the shadowlands. We are blinded inside of either total light or total darkness, but…ironically, it is in darkness that we find and ever long for more light… (read more)

2012, 30th February Writing

MORNING SHRINE Today I awoke With two beings inside me, Billowing apart, Then trying to join. A story evolves From the tugging and sighing… (read more)

2012, 10th February Writing

UNTITLED  In shifting flicker on the water The blot of white behind the trees A moment seeing two birds flying Shooting out from grass to sky… (read more)

2012, 8th February Writing

RIVER POEM Dropping now onto the river path, Trees attendant, clad in green; Feet lightened by the layers of leaves, Arms swinging free in woolly sleeves, Water, birds and limbs unfreeze Into the sound of what’s unseen… (read more)

2011, 25th October Writing

UNTITLED The turning of a season, I’m thinking of the beauty of darkening colours and the shadows of autumn.

An astounding but simple little book exploring the shadow side of life is A Little Book on the Human Shadow by Robert Bly… (read more)

2011, 15th June Writing

INTERIOR SOLITUDE CONNECTS US TO OTHERS I have no source from these quotes but wanted to share them…“The deeper I go into practice the less I’m prepared to act in ways that diminish my sense of purpose in the world… (read more)

2011, 4th April Writing

SERVICE AS JOY I slept and dreamt that life was joy I awoke and saw that life was service… (read more)

2011, 2nd April Writing

THE FUNDAMENTALS OF PROTECTION “Committing ourselves to caring for one another and living in a way that is not harmful is the most basic and fundamental protection we can give to and receive from each other. It protects us… (read more)