~*~ This past year has been a lesson in thrival. Yes, I have just invented a word. From survive and survival we go to thrive and “thrival.” You’re welcome. This time last year instead of setting new year’s resolutions as I would normally, I set the intention to thrive. 2019 was going to be the … More A Lesson in Thrival
~*~ Fallow soil, Hallowed ground. Nothing grows here ~ Not yet. The seed planted Rests peacefully Within a fertile Bed covered by Hope; fed with Dreams. Awaiting the Moment To rise; to greet The sun. Its day will Come. In the meantime, Fallow. ~*~ Sometimes there is absolutely nothing to be done to create … More Fallow
She glowed upon a soft horizon, The Sunshine Maiden. A warming, golden light That shone o’er Shivering hills and Truth bare-boned. No Hiding from the glint In her amber all-seeing Eye. And yet, no judgment There. Simply a place Holder shedding light On dark corners of Spirit. Healing. De-mystifying the Mysterious. Revealing, Through her bright … More Sunshine Maiden
Upon life’s billowing seasMy vessel is sweptWindward. I amStorm-tossedAnd swell-swallowed,Brine-stungAnd surge-whipped.I steer my batteredBut unbroken shipUpon the crashing waves ~Afloat I remain.My vessel salt-stainedAnd wind-lashed,Yet a survivor.In calmer waters,Renewed in purpose,Resolved, am I, to press on.The map is chartedAnd though off course blownYet will I arrive.It is my destiny. ~*~ The truth is, tall ship … More The Voyage
Writing a novel is a labour of love. Giving birth to the words, phrases, ideas that have the potential to shape the thoughts and lives of its readers is, in my mind, a huge responsibility and not one to be taken lightly. I’m in the process of re-writing and editing my second novel ~ a … More A Story for our Time
How do we give ourselves permission to be joyful? I mean really joyful. How do we duck from under the weight of conditioning wrought by generational trauma that gets in the way of us finding our own joy? Well, the truth is we can’t duck it, we have to deal with it. We have to … More That Old Shoe
Goodbye, we say again, goodbye, Beneath a sad and sullen sky. A year has passed Since you drew breath; Surrendered to untimely death. My judgment, for I miss you so ~ I was not ready to let you go. Still, life goes on as well it must, So I release your dust to dust. Your … More Dust to Dust
There are no words, What can I say About that cold November day? * Here one minute, Then you’re gone. I didn’t know how I would carry on. * We’d chased the wind We’d jumped the moon. Our journey ended Far too soon. Bear, I lost you, Bear. Bear, sweet Bear. We didn’t get To … More No Last Goodbye
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When I was a little girl, I loved to hear the family stories my Scottish granny, Alice Gordon, would share of her parents swapping the civilized life of gentry in Glasgow for the pioneering life of the wilds of northern Alberta in the 1920s. A family…
Lost in my world of loneliness I had to face my truth. To find my way through emotions That were making me feel so blue. Now in the middle of life’s long years There’s only one place to turn; Inside where there lingers deflating fears I’ll find the peace I yearn. Cos I … More I Rescued Me: The Healing Journey
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