whoever you think I am, in your head
I am not…that.
whoever I think I am
in my head, well,
I am not…
that. Read More

On my morning walk yesterday, I found the chatter in my head around my “usefulness” on this earth and as it happens sometimes, not in such a self-loving way.  At the same time, it was such a beautiful morning and I was trying to stay mindful and look at just the trees, the path, the birds, the sky and so on.

At one point, my eyes caught the formation of thin clouds in the sky.  I have always loved watching and playing with clouds, and now they seemed to be forming a feather shape, a slightly bigger and widespread but nevertheless a feather, at least to my eyes.  Looking at it with delight, feeling lighter, I just thought: Read More

o dear tree,
by the side of the road,
in the middle of
concrete and traffic –
tell me please
how do you do it really? Read More