All my experiences will always be with me The good, the bad, the ugly – if I was to judge them and label them There was a time when I was so enmeshed in my stuff That was all I knew They controlled me – especially when my buttons were pushed Open to new...
Like a daffodil I slowly open To my new awareness Of What Is There is trepidation But I persevere Knowing that this Is the way It doesn’t matter What lies ahead I’m Awake, ready For what’s next I am moved by Something so much Greater than me In physical form ...
The Circle is created A safe container full of Presence Trepidation precedes my entering And builds as the Circle is opened What is hidden in My Bowl awaiting freedom? Guided with empathy and compassion Words stumble out amongst a flood of tears Breathe, Feel the...
I Am An Ocean Of Unconsciousness Or Is It An Ocean Of Love? I Don’t Know Parts of Me Are Conscious Parts of Me Appear To Be Below the Surface Of My Physical Form Tightly Held In the Depths I Am Hidden, Dead, Unknown Ever So Slowly Awakening Hands So Gentle Guide My...
Yoga, to me, is a doorway inward To Unravel the habits, patterns and conditioning that had/have my body twisted in knots and tension To Relinquish me from the relentless rant of my monkey mind To Find an Incredible Inner Peace I had no idea existed To Discover the...
