Plague of human existence — Foreigner since birth in a house, not mine told from an early age, it is not my home, pariah to myself I have become. Misfit in my body, which I hated for what others saw, grubby hands trying to touch it, never asking for permission. …

Remember you are held and each moment is a gift — Dear one, life is for the living. It sounds cruel now, as my heart mourns another woman's passing, a lioness, a hunter who lost her fight with cancer. And yet, she lived. She fell, time and time again, picked herself up and lived. There are so many moments in our…

My Love — Would you stop staring into the core of my being? I taught you, then let you turn the kaleidoscope that brings my shattered self into a colourful focus. Even I find it mesmerizing. Today begins as surreptitiously as ever, with the sun gliding, shy at first, heaving the light in…

13th of November — I remember it, and I may always will, finishing the meditation teacher training and getting that certificate; you’ve got to merge your profiles, put your name forth, get rid of aliases to give yourself more chances on social media. Georgia Lewitt, though, existed, and killing her brought deadly silence- something…

Love Can Be Quiet And Still — Words jumping on page, busy ants on their way, I believed you were mine for eternity when I plucked them out with care, one by one, all pretty and flattering, delicate tutus for little girls grasping the notion of physical beauty and carnal display on musical notes. Then avalanches came…

Noah's ark or battleship? — Noah's ark or battleship? Who am I to judge bad English and loud voices? I feel naked, swaying on the corner of a star. My brain chooses Andalusia, and I remember Gibraltar and the lights of Marocco. We're powerful in our wake. If only we kept watch on our minds…

Saturday Poetry Prompt: bouncing back/around — The pitch dark result of the daylight savings conundrum confuses my brain into thinking it’s a mistake to be up. Did the body receive enough rest? At the edge of the universe, I turn my head incessantly to glimpse the dawn, the beginning of my new day, the reset for…

Meditation for Strength and Courage — Our heart is always with us. This simple recognition may encourage us to face our day with confidence and strength, to forsake the forever crippling idea of loneliness. Today I will be guiding you through a meditation meant to remind you that you are not alone. Please, if you haven’t…

Lit Up: Spring Prompt — Reality — My tears, salty and serene, harmful, I’m sure, drop into the meadow of strawberry flowers. Will strawberries still grow? Resilience describes you, I was told time and time again; strawberries are resilient. I think of you in this canvas of mine. All-encompassing freshness and, of course, purity. Are they one…