
i know in my body
when i’ve reached the point of ease, of relaxation, of joy
my eyes rise skywards, and i take in the clouds,
the breathing is deeper
the moving is slower
the feeling is bright

i know in my body
when i’ve reached the point of ease, of relaxation, of joy
my eyes rise skywards, and i take in the clouds,
the breathing is deeper
the moving is slower
the feeling is bright

picking my way through the gravel and stones, downwards,
making progress, slow and with care,
thank you, i would have missed their passing, across the path ahead
one stopped, unperturbed, still and erect, checking me out
checking them out

a burst of autumnal rusts and reds
a westerly-north wind, evening coming on
a warm meal in my belly
be in the moment, absorb it.

Unto the deep, the deepness of calling
stepping out as a battered sojourner,
into the beauty and stillness of autumn,
strength comes from struggle and speaking the uncomfortable.
Anger but also grace in the refusal.

the beauty of autumn is scars
and well -worn wounds,
a weathering soul and willing heart

from the couch to the kitchen
and back again, a SLOW day
of goodness and rest

landscape on the turn
throws me back to another time, another place
in the mountains of Lazio
we gathered to write
taking inspiration from the changing colours
we gathered to share
visiting the ruins in Rome
ice creams and coffees
we gathered to create magic

raindrops on petals
a delicate caress is
felt within the soul

a golden morning
tide rolling in with white curls
toes curl into cold