Slow it Down

Today I’m nursing my first motorbike injury. Despite all my rides and hitchhiking habit, I’ve never had so much as a scratch before: and I’ve had some wild rides, including on a bumpy dirt road with two large backpacks and a ukulele, plus my driver and his bag. It’s nothing major; just a burn fromContinue reading “Slow it Down”

Onward Bound

I pack my things, to close this chapter; a door on all, I left behind. The nights I tossed in this bed as I witnessed my death, over and over; felt the vicious pain of a wounded mother, a sick child, and a lost father. But I took that hurt, I whispered it love andContinue reading “Onward Bound”

Storm of the Ego

I watch you play In the shadows of my night When my body is weak From my heart’s fading beat You strengthen, and you fight With your desperate, angry claws Vying for attention To sate that hunger deep   But I see right through your pain I see the child there Crying out for loveContinue reading “Storm of the Ego”

Release

As the year fades, I feel it sharp Steady tug Upon my opening heart Thickness of my shadows Past and parallel Have been tightening Fast, and fierce With an angry pull But I know I’m wiser, stronger still Than the darkest void Than the blackest star That’s melted from It’s dying grace; And so IContinue reading “Release”

Rebirth

I woke this morning, on Christmas Eve, feeling like I was on the cusp of my own rebirth. I have only just started to appreciate the extent to which the last month has drained me, physically and energetically. But it has been an important month of lessons, learning, and growth. When faced with challenges, itContinue reading “Rebirth”

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”

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”

Adieu

Adieu, I hear her whispering A bitter sigh upon her lips Her body’s ache is audible Her pain shimmers before my eyes   Her face is blank with resistance Yet I see her grim turmoil as It wreaks havoc – beneath her brow Lurks her mind’s unrelenting ghost   I want to touch her, andContinue reading “Adieu”