This is a beautiful poem Barbara wrote after our Dreaming With The Horses last Sunday. She sent it in today, to share and ‘send out there’ as the gift and inspiration from the Dreaming and as the intentions that…
It’s the morning of 27th December. I sit at my computer to check my mail, quickly and half-heartedly – as I really don’t want to be swallowed up by the allure of cyber space and its inhabitants, having spent…
Waking up on a misty Autumn Sunday, calm and silence out there, after the night of fires (Bonfire Night, fireworks, crowds of people, each engaging with their own yearly rituals). This feels a gift of a morning. I am…