The wild is there. Looking now with frightened and furious eyes as the trees fall, the fires burn, we kill off its kin, wondering when and IF we are going to REMEMBER. If we are to leave any sort of inheritance for our grandchildren, we have to recall from the deep...
In response to the times we find ourselves in, I have made up my mind. Please do not try and convince me otherwise, I’m afraid it’s too late. If you want to find me, please DO NOT knock at my door, I won’t be in. Instead I’ll be hanging at the edge of the forest,...
One of the great losses of our current non-culture is the severe disconnect from the other world in our psyches. The loss of consciousness, which expands out to embrace the totality of life’s design, means we have lost the ways of courtship with the other...
Dear Sister, I beg you in all sincerity, please do not pass this lifetime without knowing the innate ecstasy of your body. Please do waste another day in the absence of this remembrance. I beg you. I beg you for the love of the grandmothers, the grandchildren, for...
The smell of dusk is in the air and I’ve only just forgotten the non important things of the day to find my way here, out on to the moss land. It’s already late. With the depth of winter upon us, where the trees bare their bones to the elements, I...
