Tuesday 17 July 2012

PearlDrops


this morning, early
when i walked out to feed the chooks
i looked up into the wintry geometry of the birch trees
of which there is a small copse which i planted 
when i first arrived, in honour of my father

(i remember standing on the veranda 
and throwing nine sticks into the air
then planting a birch in each spot they had landed)

this morning they offered me a gift
rows of clear pearl drops of rain
and each one reflecting the world around it
so many wortlds
so many stories

"there is no name for what i want to be when i grow up"





Friday 6 July 2012

shhhh.......


 the forest provides 
that which we require in stillness

contemplation
meditation
relaxation

listening to your heart beat

finding you way 
out of confusion

finding answers
to your questions

practice this:

'sitting quietly, doing nothing'