My Snail friend has been more adventurous last night. When I came down this morning, she/he’d been all over my slipper down the corridor, an intricate silver trail shining all over my left fluffy slipper. So sweet and comforting!…
I feel my dance, yours, ours is all about this, love flows through it and is brought into the centre, and love can be challenging and controversial, can’t always be just received, not by all, not even by the…
A snail has begun to visit my kitchen, when I’m not looking, recently, through the balcony door. I realized one night when I found she had weaved a shiny web on the mat from and back to the door.…
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.…
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…
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…
Guest Post 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…
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…
“A Chinese Zen master once said: ‘Before a man studies Zen, to him mountains are mountains, and rivers are rivers; after he gets an insight into the truth of Zen through the instructions of a good master, mountains to…