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...