That deep work that brings us out into the light, enabling us to really see, To know ourselves –
This work of unpicking and unpacking…
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Winter is drawing in, the light is sharper,the days are shorter,the air is crisper.
Now is the time to gather in close,to whisper words of hope,to…
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Come,stand with me in the stillnessat the ending of the rain,as I contemplate the possibilityof hope emerging,rising againout of the pain of loss.
Loss -…
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We sit in the gap between death and resurrection,paused in the pain of griefbefore the promise of hopes fulfilled.
It is desolate and empty,…
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What joy to hold your supper in your hand,perfectly balanced,tasty and munchable,doctored to delight with spiceand flavour -all the elements of a perfect …
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A poem for my girl, on the accumulation of her first decade.
Sometimes I forget that you are young.
With maturity beyond your years,and a self…
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Tiny armsflung wide and highbeside your head,a twitching foot and delicate sweep of lashescarpet eyes at rest.
Your toes dig into the side of my…