Poem: spiral
It is the way of things To start at the beginning And return home Again and again. Journeying through Spirals of unknowing. Bumping up against Lost parts of our experience Like amputated limbs, Ghostly presences, felt In the body system Unable to depart *** At times...
18 lessons from past creations
Six months ago, I published a prose piece, Leave Go on this blog (read the original at the end of this post). It marked a change of tone in my article writing, leaning more towards the poetic in style. Risky? Maybe. Yet the feedback suggested it touched...
Life’s Art
Fancy a life-long, all inclusive cruise?
Photo by Multa Media on Unsplash Before I left for a trip across the pond to the US, memories of my grandfather surfaced. He dreamt of a cruise across the Atlantic on an ocean liner but my Grandmother’s sickness on her one, and only, sea crossing (to Norway), put paid...
“All boats rise with the tide”
On the estuary where I live a rusty old fishing boat sits on the sand. I don't know when it last went out to sea and yet at the rise of the tide this boat comes to life for a few hours, bobbing on the water. When I see that boat, I often think of a moment I felt great...
Loving what is ….
LOVING WHAT IS..... To fall deeply and hopelessly in love with what is; Is to sigh and leave go all the what IFs, To-do lists, regrets, hopes and dreams, Tightly packed in our little knapsacks. And to bask instead in the early morning Sunlight filtering through...
What’s left behind?
I’d heard there was a lost settlement round the headland, a couple of miles south of the coastal village where I live. Nearby stands a now, rather isolated, Norman church commanding a magnificent view of the estuary. Curious, I ventured past the World War II look out,...
Taking a closer look at the ordinary
Winter walks reveal all kinds of delights in the absence of the lush summer foliage. Like lichen and dormant seed heads. These seasonal ornaments invite us to remember the sweetness of life right here, right now. In our quest for peace or deeper understanding we can...
What stories are blocking your view?
I went to look at contemporary art in a gallery recently. It wasn't what I'd planned. I was heading to look at a collection from the nineteenth century but at the last minute found myself outside a modern art gallery and so, on a whim, I changed my plan and headed in...
Why our cognitive function is a brilliant tool (when used appropriately)
As tools to communicate, social media platforms are fantastically efficient: fast, (mostly) free and easy to access and they provide a whole world of connections, information and inspiration. However when we begin to mis-use our social media feeds: say constantly...
What riches lie beneath the gloom?
When the gloom descends there is an invitation to be humble in the face of powerful forces sweeping through us. An invitation to open wide just as we yearn to close down. To hold up the light and look for undiscovered treasure. To dance on the cusp of awareness of the...
How goodwill refreshes the parts other states cannot reach
During the festive season, ordinary streets and buildings are lit up by hundreds of tiny fairy lights. One or two strings of lights would have little impact but as hundreds and thousands of lights go on, for a few short weeks, we create a magical world. In the same...
Trying to settle down versus allowing yourself to settle down
When you shake up a bottle of water with sand inside, the sand swirls around frantically until you set the bottle down. Then the sand slowly sinks to the bottom and the water gradually clears. It takes a little time. There is nothing you can do to that bottle of sand...
A few words on the holiday season
Photo: © Juliet Fay November 2017 Because we are human with human connections, the holiday season seems to heighten things: love and loss; fear and delight; hope and expectation. Just knowing it's a time when Life seems to go crazy with the saturation filter can help...
Leave go
For there, just out of sight, is a space where we don’t need to hold things so tightly. Where there is nowhere to fall but into grace. Where stories of self and others flutter like Autumn leaves, falling, falling to gently decompose as winter turns to Spring and...
Circus acts, the ring master and the Big Top
I always wanted to go to the circus, like the ones in black and white movies. There was a romance at the idea of a community of exotic performers and wild animals showing up in their wagons and townsfolk coming together to witness the weird and the wonderful under the...
Why your best self is an illusion
Any time now, the travel companies will entice us with images of relaxed, happy people enjoying fun in the sun to try and sell us holidays for the year ahead. Anyone who has taken holidays will know the reality doesn’t always match up to the sales pitch. Sure we might...
An antidote to seriousness: raising consciousness and being in service
Those early diving suits. Wow. Just imagine the weight. And now imagine how our institutions like our political systems, our judiciary, our media, our education, health and infrastructure systems all assume a great weight of complexity is needed to keep our societies...
Stories about family (and other things we make up)
Walking on the estuary the other day I bumped into someone I know a little. We stopped to chat. He was curious about the sea birds. On the waters edge, they hung out in one big gang but he’d noticed, on a nearby part of the coast they separated into distinct groups. I...
How appreciation grows (NB this is not a gratitude practice)
I live on a beautiful estuary on the western fringe of the UK and recently got curious about my experience of this place. I love walking and go out across the sands at low tide several times a week if I can. My eyes are drawn to the sky and I am rarely disappointed. A...