Gratitude: London Rain

Today I’m grateful for… Tears. Heartfelt, lifelong connections, across all barriers of time and distance. Witnessing unselfish, spontaneous generosity. Feeling beautiful again through someone else’s eyes. The nostalgia I feel when each new adventure comes to an end, and new friends well made must be hugged goodbye, my world expanded just a little further and … More Gratitude: London Rain

Gratitude

This week I’m grateful for… Waking to the splendour of dawn, and the delights of an early morning swim to greet the day. Sleeping peacefully to the rhythm of the ocean. Excited anticipation of the many planned adventures and travels in the year ahead. Catching up with a very dear friend, using the convenience of … More Gratitude

Missing

There are times I miss my mother so intensely I feel destabilised. I close my eyes just to see again her familiar gestures and expressions. I am amazed how simply the fact of her existence in the world used to be such a great comfort, even when we hadn’t spoken in weeks, living continents apart. Mostly, these … More Missing

A Final Breath

She came to us from trauma: Born with HIV in her blood, Neglected; withdrawn. She didn’t know how to play With the toys placed before her. Over the months we watched her transformation – Her smile emerged, gradually, Until it would brighten any room With its mischievous spirit. As she learnt to play, To talk, … More A Final Breath

Autumn Equinox

Soles joy-blistered from Dancing in the autumn gold, Bidding welcome to darknening days. I threw back my head and laughed, whooped In a room of swirling energy and shared delight. We twirled and leapt, Stomped and stretched, Sweated our prayers and opened our hearts As we bid farewells to old patterns And cleared space for … More Autumn Equinox

Song of Myself (from Walt Whitman’s ‘Leaves of Grass’)

Trawling through my old poetry file, I stumbled across these deeply familiar yet long-forgotten words, which as a teenager I knew by heart: “I exist as I am, that is enough. If no other in the world be aware, I sit content. If each and all be aware, I sit content… I dote on myself; … More Song of Myself (from Walt Whitman’s ‘Leaves of Grass’)