Sunday, December 12, 2021

Le Petit Oiseau ~ The Little Bird




Foreword.

As I journey now, on my healing path from acute leukemia to a brand new me, I have this deep desire to share Le Petit Oiseau ~ The Little Bird, from 2016. Be well little bird. My soulbird. I release you



~*~


Iceland, September 2016


Sitting on a bench behind the summer house I carefully opened the bag I had placed the bird’s body in. There he was, the poor little thing. For a split second, I remembered how I almost had to peel what was left of him off the car, his little heart sticking out very noticeably. I thought for a moment whether I should keep his heart, accept it as a sacred gift. But no. It felt right to bury it with the remains of his body. But I kept his wing. His left wing, which had been torn and dislocated by the impact yet stuck to the car somehow.

Wednesday, September 22, 2021

Autumn's Healing Grace




It's Autumn Equinox in the Northern Hemisphere today. 

Grace day *22* 


Life has changed quite drastically for me, just within the last few days. 

Let's just say, to begin with, that I have a deep healing journey in front of me, and because I'm feeling quite ok today, and feel physically ok to sit down with my computer, I really wanted to post my Autumn Healing poem. 

Thursday, July 15, 2021

*The Poetic Dance of the Ecstatics*

 



What else can we do but dance in the madness?


Sing

Smile


Hug each other

Show kindness

Be there for one another

Tuesday, March 23, 2021

*Tender New Beginnings*




Ok, so here's the truth. The bare truth. The naked truth. 

I've been out of it for the last 9 months or so. Out of the "game". The game being, my devotion to entrepreneurship,  and all my entrepreneurial efforts.

Since June 2020 I've been out cold. 

Depleted. 

Deleted.

Tuesday, February 16, 2021

*Untaming the beast*

 


❤ God, I missed blogging!

In the world of social media, everything has become so tamed! We think we’re getting wilder, that we’re coming undone, and yes we are, but within yet another form that’s restraining our movements - within a system with dos and don’ts, an order of some sort that disguises itself as a ‘friendly helper’, someone that is going to lead us through the maze. Hold our hands, show us the way - guide us so we won't go crazy in this modern era of Instagram stories, and Facebook Lives, Youtube channels, and TikToks. But on the way, as we walk this guided path, so brilliantly ‘illuminated’ by our friendly guides on a commission, we get locked into just another set of rules, how we should do things, and this is cool, this is not cool, this is in, this is out, you have to do this and oh my god don’t do that! Once again the form seems to have ensnared us into its grip.