Confessions of a tiny lady working amongst trees
If I were a small creature I would crawl over the leaves Towards the dazzle of rays Beckoning and inviting A path less travelled Shrouded in canopy Dappling the light I would feel safe In the gentle crucible Of what Nature brings In awe I would be If I were a small creature - (Poetry... Continue Reading →
A poem about changing seasons and the trees.
My reflections through a poem, after attending a week long Schumacher College ‘Balancing The Brain’ course with Satish Kumar, Dr. Iain McGilchrist and June Mitchell.
Reflections on grief and passing.
Be gentle. It is in everything.
An ode to the ancient Whitewebbs oak, destroyed mindlessly on 3 April 2025.
Owning my warrior self and a homage to all my fellow wild women.
Being wild and free.
Reflections in my safe sanctuary when darkness envelopes.
I carry a heavy heart Like trees falling apart. The mind isn't strong to pray A dark hand covers my eyes today. What meaning is there to being alive? If not to save this earth, I don't know why. The importance of feeling loved By the trees that love me back with their crowns above... Continue Reading →
In a Land of Giants 