The moon had waxed and waned and time had slipped away down to the ocean and my leaving you has been a great liberation. And yet the day came when I missed you so much and I wanted you to know, so I wrote and told you. And there was a softness in your response that en-couraged me to come to your door unannounced, such was the yearning in me to see you, hear your voice, inhale you and perhaps steal...
When you walk with me you may still meet the unwelcome spectre of unexpressed emotions, old fears that you unknowingly concealed, tucked away in the distant corners of your mind and body. Like huge shadows cast by small creatures on a large wall, these feelings once became magnified, monstrous demons, shrouded in the ugly garments of shame and guilt. But now, as quickly as they arise, they slink and diminish from the radiance of our union. When you walk with me through...
Let me make it clear that I share what I share because I believe and know of the power in vulnerability. I am well, I am strong, I am blessed, I am exactly where I need to be, experiencing exactly what is needed in service of my own transformation and that of the collective. I do not need or seek sympathy. I share because I feel it is important to share the whole of me, the whole of the...
Can you see the tree that stands all alone on the hill? How complete she seems unto herself as you hurry by. But slow down, pause a while and look again. See how her sure branches reach and merge with the light infinity of sky. See how she makes love with the gentle breeze; caressed and fondled she whispers her delight in the shimmering of her delicate leaves. See how the sun warms her and the frost adorns her; different lovers who come to...
So here we are again you and I fair lady of the night. Again you have slipped into my bed naked save for your silvery splendour. What is it you want from me? Why is it that you cast your full glance upon me And insist I do not sleep but instead that I lay awake with you? What kind of Lover are you That you come and go from my bed as if it were yours? Speak clearly now for you have my full attention. My...
Today I spoke to the secondary pupils at Maple Hayes Hall Dyslexia School. The title of my talk was: 'It's not what happens but how we choose to respond that counts.' I wanted them to know that despite (and perhaps because) of their challenges with reading and writing etc they can still lead happy, loved and successful lives. Thank you Jackie Tweedie for your repeated requests to the head teacher to get me in to talk. It's hard to say...
