The Pilgrimage To My Self
This morning a poem arrived … In my childhood somebody suggested, “Just be yourself.” What a wonderful notion! But what did it mean? And it came up, Again and again, Like a recurring messenger, Which...
View ArticleYour Shining Vulnerability
Last month I attended a wonderful seven day iRest Yoga Nidra retreat in Melbourne with Anne Douglas and Fuyuko Toyota. They are such wonderful teachers indeed – a beautiful experience. About half way...
View ArticleMorning Gratitude
This morning a poem arrived … MORNING GRATITUDE Awakening into warmth and quiet stillness I wander through the soft dawn Then rest within our loving presence A cellular meeting Not one thing to change...
View ArticleThe Friend Arrives
It’s strange the way a poem arrives – I can never know when the writing muse will come, and then I need to remember or be awake enough to write some ideas down. On Christmas night this year I woke...
View ArticleStepping Over
This poem speaks to the unknown pathways which at times in my life I must take. Anxiety often arises as I face the hidden journeys ahead – sometimes when I step into a teaching space, in my...
View ArticleWaiting In The Wings
I love how poems happen for me – they arrive out of the mystery, often early in the morning. This came today, after a challenging evening and subsequent questioning of my heart’s longing. In iRest Yoga...
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