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!…
This is a poem sent through by my very dear friend and colleague Jayne Johnson and it is part of a trilogy, a process. These speak to me of when the ‘flow’ gets tough, in the relational dance between…
In my passionate teenage years, I was sometimes ‘accused’ – by disapproving relatives – of ‘wanting to change the world’! At the time I would defensively reply that I didn’t want to change anything, just do what I believed…