Poetry Friday
Ten Years When the mind is clearand the surface of the now still,now swaying water slaps againstthe rolling kayak, I find myself near darkness,paddling again to Yellow Island. Every spring wildflowerscover the grey… Continue reading
Are you looking for a new job after cancer treatment? Perhaps you left your last employment after your diagnosis, or maybe you are still in your current job but want a fresh start… Continue reading
“In a society which is much more inclined to help you hide your pain rather than to grow through it, is necessary to make a very conscious effort to mourn.” – Henri Nouwen Grief… Continue reading
Normal Day Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are.Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart.Let me not pass you by in quest of some… Continue reading
T for this week’s round-up of the best of the blog posts which I’ve read over the past week. These are the posts that have moved me, taught me something, inspired me, and which I’ve wanted to share with you. Don’t forget if you have written a post which you would like readers to see, just […]
The Thing Is to love life, to love it evenwhen you have no stomach for itand everything you’ve held dearcrumbles like burnt paper in your hands,your throat filled with the silt of it.When… Continue reading
The Butterfly Effect For Marie Ennis O’Connor So close and still Quietly far away From the company Who chose you The day you heard The word we all Heard. Echoes In a canyon… Continue reading
26 posts. 26 days. 26 letters of the alphabet, one blog post beginning with each letter. H is for Hair I started this blog a few years after my breast cancer diagnosis and… Continue reading
Ten Years When the mind is clearand the surface of the now still,now swaying water slaps againstthe rolling kayak, I find myself near darkness,paddling again to Yellow Island. Every spring wildflowerscover the grey… Continue reading
I have a small grain of hope–one small crystal that gleamsclear colors out of transparency.I need more.I break off a fragmentto send to you.Please takethis grain of a grain of hopeso that mine… Continue reading
A prayer for when we have come to the end of our own resources We struggle, we grow weary, we growtired.We are exhausted, we are distressed, we despair.We give up, we fall down,… Continue reading
The late writer, AA Gill, once wrote of poetry: By some internal magic, poetry hovers above the page, over the words. It happens outside the black-and-white lines, as if the writing were clairvoyant,… Continue reading