The flight home

English: Greylag Geese (Anser anser) in flight...


Beautiful rows of geese


Formation flying


follow the form


Riding in the crease  of wind


ridges and rivels from the pair of wings in front




Gusts erase the smoothly lined path


replaced and misplaced


the perfect order and sequence


now swirling clusters






flowing through and around the unseen wake of fate


Gathering up and flying on




wing to wing


and all the while,


me staring at a vast blue sky,


wondering how to go beyond avoiding,


and transcend






Making People Happy 101

English: Classroom in SIM University.
Image via Wikipedia

The first thing to know in this class is that you will fail it. Sorry.You have signed up for a semester of learning pleasing conversation, wearing fashionable clothes and picking that perfect gift. All of which will do diddly squat. Yes. I said diddly.

You could have taken a class in something useful, like Spanish, or mind expanding, like Physics, or even just plain fun, like Painting. Instead, you are here, in this dingy classroom, sitting in a chipped desk, under the only fluorescent bulb that is flicking. Thumbs up.

Perhaps you may learn something in this class that could help you yet. Maybe you could learn to make only one person happy. Pick someone close to you. No. closer. Yes, that’s right. You.

If I had renamed this class Making Yourself Happy 101, you might have had a chance of passing. Except, if you stuck around to get a grade then you would fail. Nice choice.

So do yourself a favor, drop this class. Pick another. Take training in something that means something special to you. Travel to wonderful places. Hey, you could even just go get a nice coffee from a local shop and sit there sipping from an actual mug; and not letting your seat go a moment before you are finished (even if you are getting the hover/glare from other patrons). Just do anything, other than this. Then, you would have made just one important person happy, YOU.

Never Give Up

StepsTrudging on through snow
dead long night
struck numb

Aching channels of ice
pushed through tender chambers
four part compartment
kept closed for safety

Empty out the painfilled cupboard
Wash the tearfilled dishes
Scrub the sad floors and
Make the bed left waiting
for the morning light

Step lightly through
mist filled eyes
softly waking into
unknown day

Stepping at a self made pace
into azure morning light

Turn it out
Turned inside out
azure morning light
peeks into tiny glimmers
kind curiousity illuminates
once dark ice-filled chambers

Frozen rivers now flow freely
and drip from lashes curled
by the long night

Softly step
into the

Resilient, persistent.
Wise from wintry night
Arches solely toward the light
Lightfilled chambers

with love’s full might.

Gratitude in Latitude

Gerbera (Barberton Daisy)

Image by ifijay via Flickr

Gratitude is pure alchemy of spirit. Nothing will move your life faster forward than a healthy dose of gratitude. There is a shift in thinking that creates an immediate change in your body chemistry. It interrupts mind chatter and cortisol just as effectively. If you are having trouble finding anything to be thankful for after watching the evening news, then just latch your juicy brain on these hooks. Hitch a ride on these everyday grateful things and add your own in the comments.

The curve of a petal in a bouquet of fresh flowers.

The profile of a little child’s face, tiny nose, tiny chin.

Crimson, golden, green leaves dancing in the sun.

Sunshine so bright all you can do is close your eyes and smile.

The crinch, crack, crunch of freshly fallen leaves.

The smells of trees.

Holding the hand of the one you love.


The clean, warm, calm of a roof over your head.

The sound of a kettle boiling.


The royal luxury of a hot, indoor bath.

The abundance of breakfast options.

The wealth of friends.

The releasing tug of a nice stretch.

The warm flow of love.

The first cosy second in a fresh bed.

A long drink of water on a thirsty day.

Smiling eyes.

Smoothing your hand over a new page in your journal.

Reading the last page of a book, just one second before you close the cover.

Snuggling in for a good movie with homemade popcorn.

Being able to have a conversation with the phrase ” The beautiful thing about our relationship is…”.

The quiet, settled, peace of a house asleep.

Crisp morning air, filled with pinks and purples.

Pulling on a nice jacket.

The intimacy of sharing something embarrassing about yourself.

An unsolicited neck rub from lovely hands.

Hearing “Please” and “Thank you”.


Dancing in your living room.

Fantastic Feet

Feet are a truly amazing part of your body. They bend and flex, they compress and spring with each step you take. They are a marvel of arches and bones. Sturdy, yet flexible. They carry us through life. Happy little servants carrying our wonderful body around through our lives.

Our culture has a weird relationship with feet. They are often seen as ugly, dirty and even offensive. But from my perspective they are one of the cleanest parts of your body. After all, you don’t pick your nose with your toes. Not even the limberest yogi wipes their bum with their feet. Hands do not get the same bad rap that feet get, by far.

I see feet very differently. The bottoms of your feet tell me a story. Every lump and bump, callous and freckle, is a wealth of information of where you have been and where you are going. I marvel at how feet are reflections of our lives. I see this in every pair of feet I treat. Issues in the body show up in the feet, like a mole over an area connected to an old health problem, or callouses protecting a sensitive emotional past. It is all there, like a map that shows me your journey so far.

The really cool part of feet is that they are always constantly changing, just like we are. I see this even from the start to end of a session. They are different feet than when I started. They are more flexible, softer, more resilient. When people are ready to change, I see it in their feet first. There is a subtle magic at work and I get to witness it, to facilitate it. I give people the nudge, and they do the rest. It is like helping someone move and all you do is tell them to lift with their legs and hold the door open; they do all the heavy lifting.

And lift they do. I am amazed at the courage people have to change and grow, to become more of themselves. More awesome, less bullshit. More following their own heart, instead of everyone else’s. To sit down at a person’s feet is a huge honour. It is sitting at their soul.

In our society, we spend a lot of time worshipping the feet of great sages and saints, and we spend a lot of time gazing at babies feet. But I think everyone’s feet are worthy of that much love and respect. Everyone is both sage and infant, deserving of our full attention and our loving kindness.

So love your feet, be nice to them, and they will carry you to many grand adventures.


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