Wild is a feeling That the fox knows well As she slips through the grass Ears held low Wild is a feeling That the hawk cries aloud As it circles high Above the ground Wild is the tree And wild is the flower And isn’t wild just another word For a lack of control Autonomous […]
I continue to consistently write my newsletter each week at SubStack. It is changing the way I see writing and sharing on these sorts of platforms. Whereas years ago I used to post something and then check the stats and views, I now post and enjoy the satisfaction that comes with both self expression and […]
And the trees begin to whisper like they are sharing a secret that only they can hear But if I’m very quiet And very clear I can hear it too *In silence, nature, everything becomes clear, it’s as if we too become our natural selves and blend into the breath of the earth, the breeze. […]
Singing up the sunThey comeBlack and white birdsMonochrome coloursSinging mellifluous wordsThat I hear from beneath my covers
The revolution of a spiral. A circle. The wind-chime sound of movement. If all we are doing is constantly changing, who are we to claim authenticity? What does authenticity resemble when the self is disassembling daily? Somewhere in all the motion — the incomplete decisions, the conflicting inner opinions — is a small, anchored “I.” […]
I am sorry that you did not know But I did I’m sorry that you cannot hold What I did I’m sorry but the things I saw Were mine I had to learn the best way to carry it And to fold them all inside Didn’t work So I wrote them in a note Cast […]
Don’t shave off your bark Don’t hack back the wild places Where unique blooms straight up Bright like a scarlet bougainvillea frond Conformity is over rated and bland Opinions are formless They slip down the uncurated Tumbling straight off raw edges There is nothing to hold them In a chuckle and wry shake of head […]
If you don’t love what you make You won’t look after it when times are tough Imagine if you gave birth to your children And didn’t love them Didn’t love them like you would die in their place In a second Without a thought Not an inkling of hesitation Imagine what would happen to them […]
The Winton Writers Festival is drawing to a close. Some have already left. Some are off exploring dinosaurs or sitting quietly with new books and thoughts. There were sunset drinks and final conversations, photos taken in golden light, and that strange sense of holding something while it’s still happening — knowing it’s about to become […]
I’m not sure if I am doing this correctly.. Leanne Cole has beautiful photos on her blog and from her I got the idea to do a post for the Monochrome Madness Challenge. My entries are below. I’m not sure any qualify as modes of transport but they certainly gave me a smile Crack in […]
