Today, I made a conscious effort to look around me… to move outside my head. I chose to observe the way the leaves crunched underneath my feet, their textures creating a new sound with each step… Each one a different shade of orange or yellow, they flung themselves around me with the wind; papery, noisy…… Continue reading Today I moved outside my head and into life
Motherhood – this endless pushing forward and pulling back… this compulsive strain towards an unachievable goal in a world of achievable goals, checks and balances. This is the balancing act of a behind-the-scenes circus performer – the one no one is watching but many depend on. She is responsible for survival, perpetuation. A mother knows… Continue reading The push and pull of motherhood: Some reflections…
I am a train, And my Father owns the network. I’ve stopped for a while at this station called My Life. There’s been every kind of hard And every kind of joy… on this strange and crazy platform. But I’m not here long. There’s time enough to love a little… Tell the world who’s really Master…… Continue reading Chugging home
The timer starts. Pink line forming… Life as they know it Geared for a somersault. High-pitched cries and fiddly press-studs, Feeding, spew and midnight fury. Days blur into one, Long night. Walking, talking Yelling, screaming. Hours filled with lunacy, laundry. Uniform ready, A glance at her watch Weeping mothers line the gate. Clock is ticking Time’s a-running He is safe yet she is falling. Gradual, pounding terror.… Continue reading Clock is ticking
Just then I entered my sanctuary. Closed the door, Trimmed the wick, And lit into flame that mysterious, pervasive scent. But more fragrant Was the Book that was calling… Words written long ago, Yet more alive with each new day. Come, and I’ll tell you a story… Whispered the Voice I know so well. ‘A story… Continue reading Quiet time
‘Pour my peace into a bottle’, said my God. ‘For when the storms come…’ Today, I put my finger to the wind, and took several swigs – for good measure.* “Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts… Continue reading Peace in the storm
I was looking for you all along. Beautiful you. I was looking for you in that friendship I thought would last forever. Then one day she just up and left. I was looking for you in the eyes of the teacher who helped me forage for hidden talent. I never believed I could before I met her. I was… Continue reading It was always you.