The other day, while I wandered past the lily pond, a poem began to write itself in my mind. I hurried home, aware that it would vanish...

A prose poem - a reflection between collecting and polishing rocks, and the work of spirituality.

At its best, poetry is the music of the soul, singing the songlines of our life’s trajectory and articulating its yearnings

This morning I wandered by the ocean, marveling at the beauty of stone and shell, seaweed and sand. I found a pebble which seemed to be...

Living in a wildlife sanctuary is a constant source of joy - sometimes noisy, sometimes chaotic, but always entertaining. Last night, I...

The past week was wet and miserable: perfect writing weather! But today the sun emerged, and I walked along the beach, splashing in the...

A landscape with a mountain range, Of cloudy sky and towering trees Reflected in a lake of pearl: A world within a cockle shell

Rain taps gently on the skylight, Filmy curtains cloak the morning chill, Maple muesli toasting in the oven. Lavender upon the window...