Journal
Restorative Writing
As I venture forward the presence of my trusty journals accompanies me. There looms ahead of me the shadow of some kind of form, which a bundle of journals might attain to. In the course of time I have learnt what it is one can make of this loose, drifting material of life, finding another use for it than I put to it.
Wakey Wakey
On the shoreline lies the thoughts of yesterday.
Drifting in and out until the waves of today wash over and all is cleansed.
Allowing the mind to come to rest, in the ebb of today.
Captured Stories
There looms ahead of me the shadow of some kind of form, which a bundle of journals might attain to. In the course of time I have learnt what it is one can make of this loose, drifting material of life, finding another use for it than I put to it.
Straight from the Heart
You know that feeling when someone opens up their heart to you, when they tell you a story that shows their true essence and touches you deep within.
Lydia
Lydia was from a broken home. She tried her best to dress for school, always entering the classroom with a hair full of mats, she had attempted to brush the front but had not come to realise the back.
The Shifting Earth
The shifting earth summons the rising sun.
The trees know her language well for they are deeply rooted beneath her skin. Like the ocean’s consciousness is one with the world.
The Circle and Community
Having been born in New Zealand with its rich indigenous culture and traditional values, I have always been fascinated by history and other cultures.
The Blossom Tree
The sight of a blossom tree stirs a wave of senses within me reminiscence of my childhood. We had one next to our property that I always noticed.