Remember who you are...

It's easy to be overwhelmed

By life and all it pressures

Work and bills and responsibilities

That come from being human

In the modern world

But remember who you are

Every atom that has ever existed

Exploded into existence

With the birth of the universe

And coalesced into nebula

And worlds and moons and stars

You are made of stardust

And the power of the universe is yours

We all carry the Divine inside

Remember who you are...

Crisp Autumn days...

The ripeness of Autumn

Nature's flamboyance

Red bleeding to orange

Yellow becomes brown

Air crisp hinting at frost

I love to be alive

Kicking my boots as I go

A kaleidoscope of leaves 

Morning lace...

The city hides behind its veil

Her modest heart subdued

As I walk along muted streets

Brightened by her flamboyant display

Of spiders' lace among the hedges

Your story...

What story do you tell yourself

when you are alone in your head?

Do you tell yourself that it's ok,

you didn't want it anyway,

you aren't really good enough,

or that it wasn't meant for the likes of you?

I wonder what would happen

if you changed your story

to one where you are just perfect

with all your quirky weirdness

and that you deserve to be happy.

Tell yourself a love story.

Gymspiration...

You can see them easily, the so-called winners 

The fit and toned in their designer gear 

Showing off their personal a abilities 

Parading and posing for your admiration 

But the real heroes persevere 

The young girl with ample hip and thigh 

Lycra straining as she concentrates on her moves

Sweat on her face testament to her focus 

Or the old man with his crepe skin sagging 

Combining his cardio and strength routine 

With weights and moves to gain flexibility 

Improvements to his golf swing keeps him going 

Passing clouds...

It's so easy to smile when 

The sun is shining 

And it's warm caress on your face 

Is the joy of living 

But the sun won't always shine 

Clouds will gather 

Tears tracing cheeks like rain 

The days are colourless 

The trick is to have faith 

In spite of the rain 

That the clouds are merely passing 

And the sun is constant 

The Wheel of the Year

It is said the wheel starts here

All Saints Day in modern times

After All Hallows Eve

Samhain

When the veil is thin

And we can reach out 

To touch the other, the beyond

With dread and fascination

Of what we might find 

When we explore the dark

The sun in full retreat

Until it reaches its furthest point

To turn and gather strength again