This is THAT!

Finding THAT place…where YOU can simply BE is TOTALLY POSSIBLE!

It’s right herev

Right NOW

In Your Breathe…

In the Moment that

Seems devoid of anything


There it is…

I’ve discovered that to BE so..

Take a Breathe IN  and NOW

Breathe OUT….

All the way….

With Me….


Push the Breathe OUT….

to the END…

And there it is…

The IN Breathe


You do not have to…

It is DONE!!!


And also Connect with ME

If you like…

This is the Journey we are ON…

To Breathe Together…

That is ENOUGH.

You are ENOUGH

And Never are you Too Much.

I Love You!


We are healing…by choice

We are healing…individually and collectively from our grieving held in so long.
Of past offense, of present tension, of futures unknown and unexpressed.
Our children now, early on, no need to unlearn our crazy ways,
of pent up unexpressed imaginngs and dreams never given wings.
For now we are, giving wings to these butterflies,
of multi-colours once held back by all kinds of reasoning’s and not thinking
it was due season
to release all of who we are
but waiting for a ‘permission slip’ to bid us leave of all duties meant to perform first,
as if, we were, some well-trained circus animals
even they have amnesty before us, yet still we hold ourselves in bars of prisons,
only now, realising, self-imposed, yet once, we thought was our place, to be seen and not heard.
After toiling hard and long and for returns of nothing much at all,
but to think only, that this what we’re here for, entitled to but pittance of a life and living…giving all for it was told.
We’re given and now, how grateful we are, for not feeling the sacrifice of parentage before.

Strange as it is, our gratitude bespeaks now…
in all our creative nature released to Be..
Even more, than those before.
Not in tones of higher or better or sanctimonious impotence…not at all,
For gratitude and gratefulness that stage was set and all the more,
The players of theatre now, equipped and seen in their splendor and radiance all the more…
Not hidden, not barred, nothing to withhold.
It’s now we know that all before, was setting on the floor, the linoleum for more…
For self expression unseen
And now, the shame of ages gone, we do not rightly own,
Our standing on this shore – of no regrets,
Of one and all, together, is the greater road.
At times it’s crowded and we must choose our path,
With many voices and constant uproar,
Our choices so many…
And we are raw,
This territory ever expanding at speeds we’ve not endured before.
It is then, also of choice, for path and road, as with river and creek,
We choose our speed at every turn.
Not blinded by our haste, a want to arrive, yet knowing,
The stiller brook has many and much more in store.
The fastest highway imparts, all for the thrill,
That is enough
Or everyday a choice we can depart.
No matter slow or fast, expansion is our path.
The maps we’ve used are from days gone by
And territories still uncharted cast…
Our eyes to further greener fields,
In due course and time.
Meanwhile to refine
The Stillness,
That Awe and Wonder

I’v got a confession to make…

Ok, so those of you who follow me on FB know that there has been a few changes on the page lately. I have been on a journey since late last year, well actually since I was a little girl ( more on that later).

At the end of last year, I had a very tumultuous time. It left me raw.

I decided at the depths of my despair that I could no longer be on the path I was and made the choice to get rid of what no longer served me.

To say it was the most unstable, gut wrenching decision to make is not even a drop in the ocean. My life was turned upside down. I didn’t know who I was any more, why I was going through this and why now? I was so stressed, didn’t sleep, felt consistently nauseated

I didn’t know how…

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The pressures of this world, no number to consign,
The Rest assured and then endewed, upon us so Divine!
We’re lifted up above the weight of worldly troubles too,
Then now we feel the Weightyness, His Power to impart,
Once bent low for fear and dread,
He’s lightened heavy loads, all burdens gone to bed,
New Heaviness bestowed, the likes; constraining kind,
Though now, lightened and lifted be, we bend lower still, in greater Light, the one, for all to see.
His Light to shine, in all of me, at Rest, replete in Him,
The Strength to be, all I can be, in perfect harmony.
Made one in Him, from time first start and walking on this way,
Though dearly cost Him, no greater Joy can say.

Lost…then found in Rest.

Yet Still, in storm and tempest be, in darkness or in Light;
the Path, the Way so hardly can be seen,
though sight be blinded, founded firm;
most strongly Resteth there.
The bed of restlessness changeth instantly,
into one of deeply, softest, mist,
shrouded now not, He forthwith shown assuredly.
For in ones reaching, stretching ever more to but attain to Him, indeed already thine is oned in Him.
The strangest answer of thine own expectation, longing met in Resting ever still, for all at once thy hunger starts, the thirst for more is oned, it’s perfect match so paired to Him, and never once was part, though it did seem so.
The apprehension of this knowing seeming impossible, now tis all that one can glean.
The knowing and the showing in all but space nor time nor knowing could forth tell,
for only in the self same space tis all of it made well.

How can it be, that Rest that be
By nature Peaceful, yet at self-same time
entirely exhausting?
It is a work, the one of Stillness
To perform, attaining yet unhurriedly
Does the all of self, in stretch and strain
Requiring and engaging all efforts – yet none of thine own strength, for none forbear to be, every fibre of ones being alive and working while at Rest.
In Rest, thine work, now found resplendently.