Creative Writing
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Where Even The Gulls Don’t Fly
I wrote this piece a while back, but it seemed a perfect accompaniment to the selfie I made today… With one hand outstretched, palm opened, dim light gently resting against luminescent skin, I am floating in the darkness, in the mystery. Perhaps there’s been a decision to surrender. Or maybe it was just my time. The water laps rhythmically at the edges of my mind – the cold clean clarity it offers is tantalisingly close, and yet I’m not even sure that I want it. I seem to prefer this fog, this untethered place – a boat released from its moorings to drift at the mercy of the currents.…
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The Golem She
In honour of Lilith stepping forward as the goddess of today, I wanted to share with you this poem that I wrote a couple of years ago. I’ve never shared it before, and only a few people other than myself have ever read it. And yet, I’m feeling much braver these days…. The poem seems to me to be an invitation to connect with our earthly element and to establish our own autonomy. It’s a call to break out and be wild and fierce and untamed and demanding rather than compliant and nice and good and well-behaved. Consequently, some of the language is a little coarse, which is another reason…
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The Gift of Words
What you would like to bring more of to the world? Words. Beautiful words that elevate the soul while singing psalms of love to the body. Words that evoke those invisible things that make up the dimensions of a life well lived. Words that call us home, that offer comfort, solace, peace, acceptance. Words that reflect back to us the true and radiant beauty of ourselves in our fullness. What motivates you to bring these — why do you bring them? Because this is how we know god. This is how we know ourselves. This is how we dance with the divine, how we partner our soul’s true purpose –…
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A Harbour Moment 4
The half-moon hangs in midheaven above the harbour-master’s house – a constant witness as the tug boat leaves its berth and cuts through brilliant blue water accompanied by great gulls and arctic terns.
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Morning-lit Lighthouse
The harbour is so very beautiful today. It’s beautiful every day, but, today, it is so calm, the skies so blue, the waves so subtle, the reflections so perfect – complete. Walking outside, I felt the warmth from the sun. It was almost like the rays of 2013 had finally strengthened enough for them to soak through the fabric of my clothes, the strands of my hair, the cells of my skin. The season is slipping into spring. And it feels like bliss.
