Ache

Oh the joy The inexpressible comfort Of feeling safe with a person Having neither to measure words Nor weigh thoughts Pouring them all out just as they are, Chaff and grain together. Certain that a loving hand Will sift through, Keeping what is worth keeping, And with a breath of kindness Blow the rest away….

Plum Blossoms in Sepia I remember looking at the plum tree outside my window last fall at the tangle of moss-covered, leafless branches and marvelling that something that looked so dead would ever bear fruit again. I wrote this haiku to capture the moment: filled with promise plum branches rest in autumn darkness We all…

This is the place of creation, the matrix, the womb. It is woman. This is a mother’s stomach in its beauitful, natural state. I see a lot women today who seem to deny the roundness of their womb. I can’t help but wonder if this rejection of our natural form isn’t a rejection of the…

my heart, like a sea anemone closes up when it is touched (even softly) it soon reopens ready to be touched again and so it goes

I have a wonderful checklist I got from my therapist on “Maintaining Personal Boundaries in Relationships” by David Richo. He has a free E-book which you can access here. It’s very worthwhile reading if you are on a healing path. I found this wonderful piece of writing by him on the building blocks of healthy…