One of the things that I love about my life in Costa Rica is how connected I am to nature’s rhythms. I wake with the sunrise, and wind down with sunset. These times are sacred to me: times when the veil between worlds (of earthly reality and the spirit realm) is at its thinnest. IContinue reading “In deep presence…”
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Origins of a Colourful Hat Collection
I wrote a fun poem the other day about identity and self-expression: inspired by the colourful hat collection that I have in London. I was going through old boxes, trying on old outfits (hats, clothes, shoes), reflecting on my personal evolution since I had last worn these items. At the same time as noticing howContinue reading “Origins of a Colourful Hat Collection”
Spirit’s Footsteps in the City
It’s strange to return to a big city after so much time living in the wilderness. The other week, I opened up an old box of my things, taking out clothes belonging to a past version of myself, and making me feel somewhat of a ghost in my own skin. Echoes of a former lifeContinue reading “Spirit’s Footsteps in the City”
My novel Siege… now published!
Those fortress walls you built to defend your gold, your riches from your neighbour’s clutches; sturdy stone, would stand many egos, over aeons, and yet, could never protect you from that darkness lurking within your own heart that sickness, breeding from the depths of that very earth you spoilt when you made her a slaveContinue reading “My novel Siege… now published!”
Black Coffee Mornings
Indulging an addiction from London dayscaught in the grindbeneath a matrix hazethen a spell was spunthat swept me afarwhere the dark night dawnedrevealing truth, in the lairof a shaman’s dena ceremonial vowbringing whispers from the etherinto the here and nowa bending realitycast us betweenthe folds of conscious knowinglife not as it seemedas night blends toContinue reading “Black Coffee Mornings”
My Adult Psychic Opening
I have not shared much – neither publicly nor privately – about these topics before. But lately, I’ve felt prompted to speak about my own story of experiencing what I will call a psychic opening. People may refer to similar kinds of experiences under various different labels – and I don’t normally like to useContinue reading “My Adult Psychic Opening”
The Eve of Truce
A chapter is truly closing; the horizonrushing towards, and yetthe days slowly unfolding as though caught in a lazy, melancholy haze. It seems too surrealfor dreams to have arrived —that there is a mystic detachment;allowing the soul to float,beyond the turbulence of thephysical existence; that has certainly thrownits share of the underworldtroubles. Tests and challenges,before we’d finally cometoContinue reading “The Eve of Truce”
Blood Stains on Paradise Shores
Oh how it pains me to see these marks; like the ocean, is bleeding… Signs of the red tide, the toxic algal bloom that’s being worsened in frequency and intensity, by human pollution. How it pains my heart; that I want to run from the ocean that has always cleansed my soul, and indeed thisContinue reading “Blood Stains on Paradise Shores”
Plea to the Powerful
You could fire arrows with your mind to pierce the heart of any child no matter how far or how they’d try to hide: little quivering bodies trembling beneath the ferocity of your power. You could strike a pounding anvil to mould, to break any soul from here to beyond with just one look ofContinue reading “Plea to the Powerful”
Eclipsing Separation
An affirmation for Integration and Wholeness, Unity within the Self that we may unify with all that we now perceive as external, and voyage beyond concepts of separation… I am, the power of Love coursing through my veinsI am, the power of Shadows and Light unifying And through the deep tunnels of my heart’s corridors,hidden secretsContinue reading “Eclipsing Separation”