Prior years

Prior years

Though I need the compost of prior years though it is in fact unavoidable that I must sit in it Though I can draw on intent and toil and turn the mess to eek out the very best nutrients of that time It is compost now it is moulding and mulching now both decomposing...

Orbit

Orbit

In walking on a summers day we may sometimes spot in the morning, the sun and the moon are both in the sky and that signals some kind of intergalactic balance. If this is coupled with a earworm of recently read words that tumble over as footsteps take us onwards, it...

Ruins

Ruins

'Ruins are not empty. They are sacred places full of presence'(John O'Donahue: Anam Cara). If we look we can see ruins everywhere. We see what is being brought to ruin right now. Impending ruin collects again. Adding to the ruins of our past. Rubble piling up in the...

Closure

Closure

the year we wished we could pack up banish into the loft or post off and discard to a distant land how to make sense of a time where the only gift was darkness the forest whispers 'do nothing' the next year will come will always, steadily, reliably wrap around this...

Towards healing part two/3: Yellow hats

Towards healing part two/3: Yellow hats

We got matching yellow hats that day. From Wilko’s I think, plus a hand towel each. Oh, and we dropped by a charity shop, rummaged hastily... ‘There must be a couple here somewhere?’ - emerging exuberant with our finds! One over-sized, simply enormous, fluffy jumper...

Towards healing part one/3: Would you dance?

Towards healing part one/3: Would you dance?

There came a day when I was driving and for no known reason, and rather embarrassingly, I thought of the 00’s song ‘Hero’ by Enrique Inglesias. (https://open.spotify.com/track/24Gxm7Eh7tO83E26LG0CsY ) Or at least a few lines from it. Almost against my better reasoning...

Calling back

Calling back

When you turn around and find yourself lost Somehow wandered too far outward or too far inward to places dark and tangled having roamed so far out or been stuck, curled up, frightened in one of the many corners of the world. When things have turned sour and you find...

Begin again

Begin again

Tomorrow we will begin again, New dew will form at the break of dawn on grass that is ever so slightly taller The first light will waken anew, lifting open an awestruck eye to the beauty it beholds And the earth will be new, again Our bodies being healed and restored...