Dear Poets and Dreamers,
If you’ve ever watched Grandmother Spider closely, you’ll know what a beautiful and sacred art weaving is! Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth until a pattern slowly emerges. I hope you enjoy my morning reflections, spun in the poet’s garden! …
Dear Poets and Dreamers,
This prose poem was inspired by a series of dreams, where I found myself again and again in a bright room studying people, clothes, mirrors and books, until I became aware of an immense intelligence who wasn’t just IN the room but WAS the room. Dreams that polished my heart until it shone like a mirror! …
Dear Poets and Dreamers,
Full Super Blue Moon Blessings! After stepping out of shadow and into light, I’ve slowly come to realise that neither way of living works well for me as a woman, poet, lover, psychotherapist, friend, sister, mother or grandmother, that’s why I continue to meander along this Jungian path to wholeness and oneness. Under the beautiful, radiant light of Mother Moon, a new poem stirred early this morning …
“Dear Poets and Dreamers,
From the Dust of Ages and the Eternal Fire, we return with the seed of love …”
“Okay, that’s it, I’m putting my fat animus on a post-holiday diet! For too long now he’s been aggressively stuffing me full of sugar and fat and making me feel, well, quite ill, if not tired most of the time …”
