Story-telling, Poetry & Creative Projects
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Emptiness
I wrote this poem many, many years ago, after a trauma. Before the trauma, I was a person who talked too much. The shock from the trauma lasted about two years, during which I made friends with the silence and emptiness inside me. I love the stillness this trauma gifted me with. It carved great…
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Clearing writing blocks
It might seem to some as though I was always able to write and produce very easily and freely, but no, that’s not the case. While I have many, many journals filled with writing, I had no idea how to transition from this to book writing. I was afraid and had to do years of…
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1997 Journal Entries
Healing Vision An Amercian Indian man sits watching me, holding a spear. The spear is embedded in the earth. It has feathers and shells on it. It sways in the wind, and I hear bells tinkling. He wants me to take the spear: “It’s yours take it.” I do, but he gets old waiting!…
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Initiation from Gaia
(I wrote this after an altered state experience, facilitated by a healer/channel in 1996) Initiation from Gaia Renewed connection to Mother Earth, Gaia Rebirthed, nourished, nurtured Cradled, rocked in her womb Cleansed and loved “Healer of/from the Earth Daughter mine Go forth to do the work Heal the people Heal the Earth I give you…
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An Ode to Tomas
Tomas is my male spirit guide. Or one of them… but perhaps the one I know best. He makes himself hard to ignore, with his bright sunny smile and his insistence on being the centre of attention whenever there is a big enough audience. If you’ve ever watched me on stage making everyone laugh, that’s…
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Meeting the one who saved me
“How do I know you?”, Callie asks, peering at me intently. She wants me to travel back in time with her to find out, but I feel reluctant. This isn’t about me, I thought. In fact, I don’t want it to be about me. Do it, says Spirit. You will learn things about yourself. Don’t…
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Cinderella Grey
Once upon a time there was a lady at a retreat with her husband. They were sitting having dinner on the last evening, reflecting on their journey. A male colleague who desired the lady came up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. He was encroaching, disrespecting the husband and the sacred space…
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The Dogs – Part 3
John tried to show Klonar the door after breakfast, but King Willy didn’t take kindly to that idea. How a dog could so completely rule a house was beyond Klonar, but the dog seemed vicious and he wasn’t about to risk being attacked. John seemed to waver between irritation and resignation. He didn’t like Klonar.…