A friend posted this on Facebook today. I smiled, thinking, "yes, this is how it works."
Make everything in you an ear, each atom of your being, and you will hear at every moment what the source is whispering to you . . . You are, we all are, the beloved of the beloved. And in every moment, in every event of your life, the beloved is whispering to you exactly... Continue Reading →
Even people who "don't like poetry" seem to have a favourite poem. This is one of mine. It makes me smile and calls me to ponder my own preferences. I prefer movies. I prefer cats. I prefer the oaks along the Warta. I prefer Dickens to Dostoyevsky. I prefer myself liking people to myself loving... Continue Reading →
A bit of humour exposes a bit of wisdom! There's a light at the end of the tunnel they say and it may not be an oncoming train Get out of the damn tunnel I say. When your thoughts go round and round like a hamster on its wheel and peace of mind is... Continue Reading →
I collect poetry. It's such a rich part of my life. Here's one, a good one as a new year is on the horizon, from my saved files: Do not stifle this silence which reveals us to ourselves and to the world which surrounds us. Let us listen. Everything speaks, signs are everywhere, listen and... Continue Reading →
The year draws to a close, an introspective time for this introvert! And so, I turn to poetry, mine and others. I'll share one a day here, till the new year begins with its fresh blank pages upon which to pour out our story. My wings will not be clipped by your sharp looks of... Continue Reading →
I rarely talk about my childhood and those bits I share have been sanitized for public viewing. There are things unspeakable and unknowable except by those, and we are not few, who have survived. These words came as a way to honour who I have become. The work of healing, of learning to cherish what... Continue Reading →
We are many who guard our heart lest our pain spill out and form a bloody puddle at your feet . You would then Need to walk around In an even wider Circle so as not To stain your shoes. So We smile And carry on Or not. And you wonder Perhaps What you... Continue Reading →