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I am more powerful – a collaborative poem

In Healing Words, Real Life on February 9

I am more powerful than

 

I am more powerful than I know.

I am more powerful than those around me give me credit for, and as soon as I can trust in that power, can believe in myself, they will hear me roar! Read more →

The Sari Squad, Stri Shakti and Enlarging Capacities.

In Real Life on January 20


“I do not allow myself to be overcome by hopelessness, no matter how tough the situation. I believe that if you just do your little bit without thinking of the bigness of what you stand against, if you turn to the enlargement of your own capacities, just that itself creates new potential.” Vandana Shiva.

On the 21st January 2017, around 1 million women will be sharing their Stri Shakti – woman power and strength – around the world, inspired by Women’s March Washington. Read more →

The Physicality of Loss

In Healing Words, Loss, Grief and Hope on January 13

The Physicality of Loss

“Grief is like a long valley, a winding valley where any bend may reveal a totally new landscape.”

C.S. Lewis

The start of 2017 has been full of unexpected brave and beautiful conversations with sister-friends near and afar, many of whom have recently lost loved ones.  I feel blessed to be able to share with them openly about their grief and loss and mine.  The conversations have been full of love, pain, sadness and hope. Inspiring. Up-lifting. Life affirming. Making us feel connected and less alone, demystifying the whole ‘how to grieve’ crap.   Read more →

Found Sister(s)

In Healing Words, Loss, Grief and Hope, Real Life on December 2

 “Be what you are, of the earth, but a dreamer too.” 

Mary Oliver

2016 has been a tumultuous year. Tum-ult-uous. Just saying that word, feeling my tongue rock and roll around those syllables, fills my soul with a weird kind of acknowledgment. 2016 has felt 2 years long. And I remind myself that there are still 29 days to go. Read more →

Found Poetry – unpredictable spontaneity

In Healing Words, Loss, Grief and Hope on November 21

“You cannot will spontaneity. But you can introduce the unpredictable spontaneous factor with a pair of scissors.”

W.S Burroughs – writer|artist

And a handful of pens. I’ve decided there are distinct benefits to being bunged up with a raging cold. As my body and mind were too exhausted to do much this weekend, on Friday night I started snipping away at a 2015 copy of Bella Grace that I’d never got round to reading last year. Read more →

Lost and Found in Crete: Part Two – The lost art of getting lost.

In Healing Words, Travel on November 15

stoneperson

I’m still here and “…still feeling safely tucked under the ancient olive tree that resides high above Loutro bay in Crete. Stretched out against it’s cracked skin, gazing out over the Libyan sea, I’m drifting off behind the distant mountains with the sun.” As began the last blog post, weeks ago.

Time stretches easily in to tomorrow, next week, next month. Winter knocks gently at the door for a day or two before balmy warmth rocks up again so I never quite know what to wear outside. Read more →

Lost and found in Crete ~ Part One: Homecoming

In Healing Words, Travel on October 18

Dal under Olive Tree

I WENT

I showed no restraint.I gave in completely and went.

To the delights, that were half real,

half wheeling in my mind,

I went in the luminous night.

And I drank of the heady wines, just

as sensuality’s stalwarts drink.

C.P. Cavity (translated by David Connolly)

These days, I’m still feeling safely tucked under the ancient olive tree that resides high above Loutro bay in Crete. Stretched out against it’s cracked skin, gazing out over the Libyan sea, I’m drifting off behind the distant mountains with the sun.

In reality, Read more →

Gritstone to Loutro and the middlings…

In Loss, Grief and Hope, Travel on September 26

Strange Edge            

Since the last blog post I can report that simmer time is officially here. But how hard is to go from a fast boil to just a little sizzle?

Hard. My first two weeks of simmering allowed for long forgotten walks in the Peak District. That tenacious landscape thrilled and ignited my cells to come out of hiding, infusing themselves with heather-laden air. A re-grounding and re-wilding of internal affairs, catching the last blast of purple ling. Read more →

Rumi, the boiling chickpea and the cook

In Healing Words, Loss, Grief and Hope on August 26

Rumi - Chickpea to Cook

 

That’s what I feel like. A boiled chickpea, left to simmer for a bit and then boiled some more. Each boiling making me wiser, fiercely woken up, humbler. 18 months ago I didn’t realise that I needed the boiling that caring for a precious old soul would give me. Read more →

5 years ago…

In Healing Words, Loss, Grief and Hope, Travel on August 18

Fabric at City Lights

I was pinning the poem ‘Fabric’ by the poet and artist, Tim Cumming, on to a board at City Lights bookshop in San Francisco trying to not look suspicious (why on earth I was sweating I don’t know – this was City Lights – poetry pinning allowed). I’d promised Tim on leaving the UK that I would cast his words across San Francisco and in to City Lights “A Literary Meeting place since 1953”, the melting pot for beatniks and anti-authoritarian voices in the 1950’s. Read more →