Story-telling, Poetry & Creative Projects
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The ‘Washer Woman’ spirit guide
MYTHOLOGICAL STORY-TELLING The rich world of mythological characterisation and story-telling in spiritual and psychic healing/counselling is a playful, creative and effective tool best utilised by clients who are intelligent abstract thinkers able to discern the difference between symbolism/metaphor and literal fact. These clients embrace story-telling in the spirit it is meant, suspending disbelief long enough…
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Utopia Gone Mad – part 2
The low rumble of a Harley made me look up. The sound was familiar. So was the silhouette riding the bike. I stood up from the roadside curb of the car park to greet him as he rolled in beside us. Talon. Mum’s friend. I’d seen him come and go over the years, always with…
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Utopia Gone Mad- part 1
After the police took him away, we waited longer, trying to stay put as long as possible before emerging. It had been a long wait already and once one of us cracked and decided to come out of hiding, there wasn’t much point the rest of us staying hidden. It was cramped, the air was…
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The King and the Dragon- part 3
A gust of wind stirred him back to consciousness. Half awake, his eyes still closed, the King’s nose wrinkled in disgust at the horrid smell. He froze. Something very large, with bad breath, was sniffing him. The dragon. Well this was it. His first taste of freedom in a zillion years and it all comes…
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Death, dreams and hauntings
The death of my father by suicide in 1988 was shocking, but perhaps not unexpected in hindsight. He hadn’t seemed quite sane in the year leading up to his death and the few times I did have contact with him, I found him a little frightening. We had fallen out over something trivial, mulberry jam,…
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The Soul Snatcher
She looked down at Tomas’s broken twisted body and something broke and twisted inside her. she screamed with grief and rage, falling to her knees and scooping his body up in her arms, making him wet with her tears, wishing they were magic life-giving tears, knowing they were not.
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The King and the Dragon – part 2
For a while he just stood there, munching pear, feeling torn. One direction didn’t seem any more promising than the other. Perhaps it was the stress of indecision, but his stomach was starting to feel quite tight. He tucked the rest of his pear away with a grumble and rubbed his belly but if anything,…
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The King and the Dragon
Once upon a time there was a sad King, sitting on a very cold and uncomfortable throne, in a dark chamber closed off from the light. He was all alone. Someone had boarded up the windows and taken his cushions away. He moped. The King’s chamber was dusty and musty and there was no fire…