Shifting seasons

The air is breathing, short and sharp with the freshness of its chill. The days are starting to feel the premature cut to their lazy long glory of summertime. And I’m feeling the bite of the cold, like the affections of a lover whose touch is no longer desired, whose presence is a distraction fromContinue reading “Shifting seasons”

A wonderland of topsy turvy norms, and a warped surrealist painting

It’s stupid o’clock in the night when I start to write this post. I’m not suffering so much from jet lag, as from a kind of social adjustment problem. My bubble has burst. My seven month bubble in a tropical haven, a Wonderland beyond Alice’s wildest dreams, where we danced round bonfires to the beatContinue reading “A wonderland of topsy turvy norms, and a warped surrealist painting”

Homesick

Leaving you, was the hardest choice I ever made To brave the world beyond your shores With this knowing deep down that You were my Home And that I could not say, just when I would walk your sun-kissed paths again And as I shiver, as I wander through this cold confusion That lays onContinue reading “Homesick”

Pyramids

Rosy blooms on sun-kissed peaks As light explodes within and out Guiding tune between and up The revealing shine of an alpine song And oh I’ll dance to welcome the night Enriched, warmed by this spell so bright To shelter me to hold my close No matter the dark that the shadow realms cast *Continue reading “Pyramids”

Winds of change

Dancing with my shadow Cleansed by the waves of an incoming tide I transcend the physical In search of the spiritual And in the gentle glow Of a melting afternoon sun Brightest gold after the storm I surrender to the flow Of wherever the winds Will blow me next; I feel it coming, the timeContinue reading “Winds of change”

Blurred lines

How are you feeling this Monday morning? Like you’ve had an energising and refreshing weekend, and now ready to start a new week? Or like the days are all blurred together, the boundary between rest” time and “work” time nothing but a foggy idea, a distant dream that fades quicker every time you try andContinue reading “Blurred lines”

Inner child

“I listen to my inner child, yeh the girl within she knows, who I am and what I want; I’ll follow her until the end…” When we reconnect with the child inside us, with the spirit that is untainted and unconstrained by the prison shackles of society, we can discover afresh the wonder of life;Continue reading “Inner child”