Danzando sulla coda della Tigre Passione, visione e nostalgia Com’e’ bello a volte il tormento com’e impossibile e magnifico Percio’ rimango percio’ aspetto sulla sponda La marea porta sempre messaggi da terre nascoste – da profondita’ insondate Rimango a ricevere, aperta abbracciata al profumo della mia terra… Se ci sei – parlami Se sei tu [...]
True Love
I LOVE Napoli… …Of that true kind of love you feel for someone whose flaws and quirks you know well, those you dread coming up against over and over again and make you want to walk away each time. Only, you can’t, you won’t… Because you also know that wild beauty, that rich, heartful core, [...]
New Buds
I caught the first buds and tender leaves peaking out on my plants through the kitchen door half a way through my coffee…and I filled up! They made it! Something tough happened last year, this time. A long process was to follow that took me places I never had envisaged going. I bought those plants [...]
CROSSING OVER
In honour of what has been and who has been, the crossing of paths and their parting, what’s been found and what’s been lost. May it all enrich our Soul May we find our path and those we can walk it with alongside, our tribe, our soul companions, our spirits and all that sustains growth [...]
Guest Post: We Are All Travellers (it’s just a question of what reality we settle for!)
This month I have wanted to publish a post that came originally as a comment to my writing about ‘Nomads’, by my friend Mick Stevens, partly in response to the post, partly continuing on from one of our VERY long conversations! His comment is also posted at the bottom of that page but the depth [...]
Nomads & The Evicted ‘Teacher’
Lately there have been more news from the world about nomadic populations being evicted, oppressed, scape-goated, used as human shields in conflicted territories. This has struck a chord with me as just in these past weeks, I have been shown some beautiful teachings by a nomadic tribe I crossed paths with, in an unexpected way, [...]
Oceanic Beings
Sitting by the clear green waters, on this long, surprisingly white sandy beach. The waters of many dreams were always green, clear, by a beach like this, high bank shore, just like this point in the coastline. I am in South-West Ireland, though, not where I stand by the waters in my dreams, not the [...]