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.

I've been in transition - between seasons, if you will. What was pushing upward through the layers of my subconscious, asking to be born?

Perhaps it's because I've entered that phase of life that some might call 'elderly', but which I prefer to describe as 'mature'; but I...

To mark the passing of the year and the new beginning, I have written and recorded a poem: 'Noumenon' . It speaks of the single,...

Lily pond lagoon, images and sound

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

Beach walks, I find, are a source of relaxation and renewal; but, more than that, they provide material for deeper reflection. I watch...

In early December 2020, I moved to a small village on the mid-north coast of New South Wales. Here, in the sub-tropics, in a simple...

Have you ever faced Reality?