A bursting feeling in my chest the widest smile as I say yes, the tragic pull each time he leaves, admiring my heart upon my sleeve. A tempest raging somewhere deep the strongest vow I want to keep, a connection worked upon and kept; elevated self and breath. A constant light which keeps me safe…… Continue reading 1, 2 – Love
So I have come out the end of a long nightmare spiral, and I have learnt a lot- despite the fact that I seem to have spent a lot of the last month ranting and raving. Ru has been with me, through every twist and turn and tumble; and the end result appears to have…… Continue reading Out of the darkness- and looking forwards to Glastonbury!
Pick up the pace- keep moving and stop listening. Where will this lead, you cannot know, only embrace the constant ebb and flow of life.
Big dog, voice in my head which refuses to stop panting. Like some oversized mutt which needs the barrel of a gun in it’s mouth. I generally resist such violence, especially to apparently harmless animals, but this dog has a leering grin and a lolling tongue and breath which makes my skin crawl. It’s skin…… Continue reading How to kill the voice in my head (1)
Love springs, somewhere. And then flows onward’s in it’s lazy, meandering track across the ground of all things. It moves at the deepest levels, and most things yield to it, especially when it is strong like flood water- everything gets swept away. Love flows this way, and it destroys this way. It creates new currents,…… Continue reading Love- the biggest word (2)
What is love? What is this massive word, which pulls so strongly on our souls, and creates such upheavals that we tear ourselves apart again and then carry on forwards, continuously breaking and reforming like clouds drifting in the sky. It is this constant push and pull, this constant demand on parts of us to…… Continue reading Love- the biggest word (1)
I am the moon lady, pale and ghostly. But I have the jutting fork of the tree branch Within me. Deep trunk of gnarled wood which pulls as urgently as the eagles cry pierces the high air- The watchful bird of prey which circles endlessly Above me. The elements can be merciless; this I know.…… Continue reading Moon Lady rises
His mouth- God his mouth. My lips curl upwards just thinking about it. His mouth is the warm place; the place where everything else fades away to background noise and meaningless chatter, the place which settles everything still raging in my soul. His lips brush mine and everything starts to fade away- his mouth is…… Continue reading His Mouth
Abreast a seemingly tiny wave I do not realise how deep those currents go. If I were to lie on my belly and look down into the water upon which I float and stare into those vast and shadowy depths I would only see until the darkness started- I would not be able to comprehend…… Continue reading Riding the waves of a deep dark ocean
Matilda moved into Fitzmary 2 long after I did; I think I had been there for six months when she came onto the ward. I was never close to her. She was my age, and so we might have perhaps become friends in another situation, or in another environment; but for the few months we…… Continue reading Matilda- the girl who made me realise the unintended impact we have on the people around us, and the awful power of assumption