sometimes everything feels heavy late in the day when weary and hungry cold stone underfoot seeps through soles & there are stairs gravity seems unfair without language a sea of conversations is rhythmic syllable soup with a sprinkling of recognisable words floating free of context i practice threading these sparse beads of understanding stitching a glimmerof the story here as i walk on i am not … Continue reading can you carry your home with you?
together we all need each other we nurture each other and tho we may fly alone in times of need we are there for each other … can i be with you from this far away? holding each other close in our hearts keeps us together even when alone i love sharing quiet spaces with you wherever we find them whether in the buzz of … Continue reading Bee Love
I am sure that the 116 different species of birds i have noticed around my house were not all singing simultaneously this morning it sounded like it tho … i shouted good morning everybody! just to join in. A dreamy question from the other pillow arose … Of all those birds, how many are not from here? I listened carefully for ferals like us, reporting … Continue reading what does love sound like?
for you at home an invitation: take as half hour stroll by the Kwoorabup between bridge in town & footbridge near the inlet keep an eye out for snakes if things are warming up take time to touch skin of ancient paperbarks along the way watch birds fish & ski into land on water listen to rustling sedges at edges imagine beneath this path footprints … Continue reading can you feel love through the soles of your feet?
& home is where the heart is … i carry you with me i carry you in my heart … ( with blessings to e.e.cummings ) #BNW26 Continue reading there is no distance between hearts …
dear you i know there is so much to love there so many wild places so many ancient rocks and very old trees and ever-changing shorelines the taste of the air and the way birdsong lands on your skin so many unseen creatures that watch you as you walk by with your own two hands, can you love everything twice as much, while i am … Continue reading Love has no other hands to work with than yours… (a paraphrased parable)