Poetry

I'm away now / To the land of peace and honey. / Where wealth, stealth and things have no meaning. / Where beauty bares its nakedness / And stillness envelopes my soul

The decision to start writing, despite facing challenges like dyslexia and a lack of formal education, came as a transformative moment in my life. Having been a social care worker for 20 years, I decided to embark on a new hobby as a yoga instructor.

She was forsaken by her worshipped / The war shipped Athena, / Who thrust upon her the crown of serpents / And the gaze that would turn any man to stone

I am from limestone walls, conkers and hazels / Neatsfoot oil, bridles and stables / The Horse Chestnut stood tall at my gable / I am the top of the castle, the forest floor

Scanning down to that fire inside / To feelings I’d forgotten or wanted to hide / No more pushing down or keeping inside / I’m ready for healing, I’m ready to thrive

Dear Child, / There is nothing stopping you / From soaking into the arms of the absolute / Only yourself

Not all hearts know they are not open to see We see the love that we know only  / Oblivious to other flavours of magic / Of consciousness / Of connection / Of peace

You give me space to allow me to grow / To see through the trees, up above, down below / The space all around me, inside and out / Allows freedom to grow, for this I’ve no doubt

I ask myself, as each time before / Does she know me at all? / This woman who birthed me? / I am a serious woman / See? I wear black / Patterns and colour need not apply

This woman, this soul, resilient and free / Paints her canvas with hues of possibility / In the stillness, I find a sanctuary of grace / A tapestry of lessons, each line on my face

The Sisters gaze, their ember eyes / Weaving the cycles of Earth and skies / Reminding me in silent grace / Of inner power, and its embrace

Tech Tock, Tech Tock / Let the world see how I spend my clock / A restless QWERTY board rattles the most / The stage is set Internet, the host