Healing Waters

A body
Suspended under water
She barely moves
But feels more alive
Than ever

She turns ever so slightly
Yielded to the undercurrent
Her hair splayed out
Golden tones in the aquamarine
Little bubbles line her lashes
The furrow falling from her brow
Shoulders loosen
The sounds subdued
An endless lull of of the ocean tide
As she says goodbye
To chaos

She does not hold her belly in
There is no fighting for air
Only vaguely aware of her body in space
As it merges with the water
Her hands can finally let go

She decides
That she wants her life back
As she ascends and breaks the surface
Air expands the lungs
And she knows
That she must find a way
To be just as free
Upon the land.


Stay a little longer
Long enough for the noise inside you to settle
So that the poetry of the world
can hold you

I am walking on a pier to nowhere
Walking away from all my worries
And into the the infinite possibilities of this landscape

The water looks cold
Cold but beautiful
I am so glad it exists in this state
I admire it for what it is
And the way that it is
But I do not need to be immersed

I love the water
For both its chaos
And its calm
Could I ever love me
For both my chaos
And my calm?

The water looks cold
Cold but beautiful
I love it for what it is
But I do not need to be immersed

Sometimes I am cold
Cold and yet beautiful
I can be calm
And I can be chaos
I can love the way that I am
How I am
And I do not need to be immersed

For I walk above it all
On a pier away from my worries
Into a love
Far more spacious
Full of infinite possibilities.

The girl and the sea

Waves lapping the shore
Unlock my child-heart;
The depths of my psyche
Formed when I was a girl

The days when I knew
and peace
with such ease and purity.
Those days walked hand in hand with the sea
the sun
and the salt.

Waves lapping the shore
Breeze on my legs
Sand in my toes
All delivering a profound sense
of security
A warm blanket of rest
Cutting through the layers of chaos I have picked up
over the years
With such power
That my child-heart blooms
and I remember who I am
And what I am-

The soothing song of Silence

All at once, from everywhere
The cries of dying animals
Bird calls in the rainforest
The moan of labouring women
The bleating of their babies
The beating of tribal drums
The horns of cars and boats and bikes
Laughter, bubbling over
All of this at once

Yet here,
In my little corner of the world
my cavern
my haven
my home
darling plants who dance in the morning light
paintings of dazzling colours
bits and bobs that spark my memory
my cat curled beside me
my books in colour code order
treasures in every corner

I am happy here
In my little piece of the world
Here I find
A little peace
In this world

The world would be a hum drum of noisy chaos
If it weren’t for pervasive silence
Which rises up from the earth like steam
To hold our disarray
To wrap this crazy in cosiness
To hold a world bursting at the seams
Oh silence,
how I love you.
Oh silence,
My friend
Your sweet song soothes us all

The womb

Life in the womb prepared us
For life beyond
We would practice breathing
and kicking
and receiving sustenance

It was clear that we were being formed
For what came next
One day,
We would grow too big for the womb
But we needed it
To make us ready

Is life in this world, this reality
Preparing us
For whatever is beyond?
We are learning
to forgive
to break and heal
to love
to hold and to be held.

One day we will stretch beyond
this current way
We need it for now
But not forever.
We are gestating
This place is pregnant with promises
Pregnant with our potential
And one day
We will die
And perhaps we are birthed
Into the place
We have been prepared for.

In the womb
We did not know
Could not know for sure
What would come next
But we could trust the process

In this world
We do not know
Cannot know for sure
What will come next
But we can trust the process.

Oh such grace

Water to wash away my weariness
Silence to soothe my soul
Air in my lungs tastes sweet sometimes

My eyes unblinded
I soak in the yellow of a flower
My fingers sink into the dirt

There is no fear
When I feel like this
The scary thoughts don’t come
When I feel this light

I only ask what the point is
When I am scared
But the more I count my blessings
The more buoyant I become

I close my eyes
And let my mind dance
I close my eyes
And let my soul fly
I close my eyes
And my heart becomes lighter.


Welcome to the new ones
Farewell to those who leave
This world’s small delights
Are taking care of me

Welcome to the weary ones
Come and rest your feet
This world’s little wonders
Might just set you free

Welcome to the odd one out
I like you as you are
This world’s lovely secrets
Were made just for your heart

Welcome to my true self
Whenever you are ready
I’m waiting in the still night
I hear you whispering.


Love is immortal
Unbound by form or time
It is the strongest force in the world
It is not ignorant of darkness
Nor just a sweet idea
It is in touch with the most painful and broken places
Unafraid of the reality of suffering and committed to persisting within it

Love is pure, but it is not naive, it is not neat
It is completely aware and encompassing
Unabashed by the mess and unwavering in the face of cynicism

I meet love in the softness of your face
In the breaking of my heart
In the shouting of my worth into the silence of a still night
There is no limit to its form
There is no break in its line
It will make your voice shake
and you bones quiver
Not with fear,
but with truth.

Love is the strongest force in the world.


Like a warm blanket, life wraps itself around me

I thank my legs
For their strength

I thank my skin
For persistently healing

I thank the weak parts of me
For trusting again and again

I thank the strong parts of me
For the resolve and for the stubborn courage

I thank the night
For solace and reprieve

I thank the morning light
For dancing over my eyelids

I thank the sadness
For deepening my heart

I thank the mystery
For making me trust

I thank the desert
For making me desperate

I thank the water
How quickly it can heal

I thank life
For its relentless, undeterred nature

Above all,
I thank my Lord
For all of this
And that the deepest and truest parts of me can believe in the things that I cannot fully understand, master or express.

The Only Way.

I’ll walk through this mist 

That is more like a thunder cloud 

And I can never be 

Who I was before

But this 

Is the only way now


And even though that’s clear 

There is still a part of me

The frail part, the fearful part, 

That struggles

And stretches

And is reaching back

for the comfort

of who I was.

Only to find

that she

has gone. 


But this frail part, the fearful part,

Is in search of tenderness

For too long, I have rejected you

For too long I have beaten you, like metal,

demanding a shape you will never be

Because you are of a different substance

You are more like a sapling 

Afraid of the elements

Afraid of your need for the elements 

But knowing you need this storm

To truly thrive.