Did you hear about the girl who through aging grew fully into her skin. Did you hear how she gave up youth for wisdom, and truth for wonder. Did you hear about the woman who had no fear of time’s pace, but set her own. And did you hear her state how youth’s passing passage … More A Poem: Aging

‘Come, move.’ He calls my name. From hilltop to plain, to mountain. His voice echoes, down the paths through the chambers of my heart. Levelling the hills, filling the valleys, causing the streams to burst their banks, at my name, carried across each chasm, borne as molten liquid upon his lips. ‘Come, move.’ Part entreaty, … More A Poem: Come

Your hands meet mine lifted up in praise, or supplication or curled in my lap. Loose and open in the peace of surrender, or tight with tension, and my earnest grip to whatever it is I am holding. Yes, your hands meet mine, whether they are held to my chest in prayer to you, or … More A Poem: Your Hands

Pain is a doorway. A birth canal. We ache and contract to bear forth something new. Tears, the anointing of our travails, work to soften and open the way forward. Rivers run with a mountain’s burden of snow. Melting at the touch of warmth. And we, without realising it, transform our pain by bearing down … More A Poem: A Passage

When you call someone beautiful you draw something out. Something that may not have believed itself, had it not been named. When you name someone as beautiful or some other quality of grace, you stir the soil, and loosen the dirt for a seedling to emerge. When we call out beauty, or kindness, or courage, … More A Poem: Beautiful

The world is alive. We think we exist as masters of our fate and captains of this ship. Until every now and then the earth takes a breath and moves as if to dislodge us. We realise then, our frailty as passengers, and as guests who for a moment have come to visit a beautiful, … More A Poem: The World is Alive