Being alive, Poetry

still possible

Looking to 2023, here's a poem to remind us of all that is still possible. No, it’s still possible to feel that springis in the air, to intuit these daysas pilgrim days: that these are morningsfor setting out and setting off,early hours when new storieshave already begun, morningsto understand that you are now livingfully in… Continue reading still possible

Being alive, Pain, Poetry, Reflection

The Gleam by David Whyte

For you who needed to hear this, read it out loud. Sometimes, in the midst of every difficult and everyday awkward way you try to make your onward day, sometimes sitting down at the edge of everything that has made you too tired to take another step there's that caught sight, now here, now gone… Continue reading The Gleam by David Whyte

Being alive, Poetry

Contemplation for the weekend…

I woke this morning with a desire for poetry, reaching for the first book next to my bed. This is the first poem I came to, and how apt it was. Fear and longing for the world...   Prayer for an Invitation I pray for you world to come and find me, to see me… Continue reading Contemplation for the weekend…

Being alive, Poetry, Reflection

Leaving the Island, poem by David Whyte

The final poem in David Whyte's new book "The Bell and the Blackbird". For me, a contemplation of home and the journey to belonging to yourself, the quiet subterranean ways in which we meet our sense of leaving and arriving, what we carry with us and which makes us half a shade braver. What is… Continue reading Leaving the Island, poem by David Whyte

Reflection, Spirit & Soul, The Self

A mirror looking into you

Many of you know I am enthralled by David Whyte's poetry. As is its nature, poetry touches differently upon each of us and in different moments. I read this poetry many times before.   "Stone" by David Whyte   The face in the stone is a mirror looking into you. You have gazed into the… Continue reading A mirror looking into you

Being Woman, In relationship, Reflection, The Self

It is done.

It is done. I opened them. I found two boxes in my garage a few weeks ago, brought them into my bedroom and there they sat. Gut instinct said “this is important”. Yet I could not open them. Until I was compelled to on the eve of the review date. The review date for an… Continue reading It is done.

Living life, The Self

You are more marvellous…

My thoughts on a Friday evening… … so that one day you realized that what you wanted had already happened long ago and in the dwelling place you had lived in before you began, and that every step along the way, you had carried the heart and the mind and the promise that first set… Continue reading You are more marvellous…

On writing, Quotes

The poet and poetry

The poet lives and writes at the frontier between deep internal experience and the revelations of the outer world. There is no going back for the poet once this frontier has been reached; a new territory is visible and what has been said cannot be unsaid. The discipline of poetry is in overhearing yourself say… Continue reading The poet and poetry

Being alive, Living life, Poetry, Spirit & Soul, The Self

Sometimes… you have to stop

This poem touched something in me today. A reminder to stop... to consider where I am, where I am going. It is a reminder in these turbulent times to breathe, consciously and mindfully. It is a gentle tap on my mental shoulder to not be carried away by fear of what could go wrong, by… Continue reading Sometimes… you have to stop

Being alive, Living life, Poetry, The Self

The Journey to arrive

For each ending, a beginnning.  For each leaving, an arrival. This is an amazing poem by David Whyte titled 'The Journey' - do listen to the audio track of his reading.     Listen also to 'Everything is Waiting for You', 'All the True Vows' and especially for you, 'True Love'. I hope the beauty… Continue reading The Journey to arrive