Looking over my posts, I see the preparations for publishing my poems was two years ago! oh dear what happened, still not published. This really is not good enough. Having contacted an illustrator two years ago, who chose three poems to illustrate, I was surprised and disappointed to discover that the illustrator had decided on completion to keep the original pictures. This unfortunately had not been discussed prior to collection. I realise now that this had affected me on a deep level as I just ended up with photocopies of the originals. The artist had never illustrated anything before this commission and I can understand why she wanted to keep the paintings, however it was my work that inspired the art and she agreed with this.

We did not fall out at all and I accepted the copies and paid full price for them, but do not feel the same and now do not want them with the poems.

However short stories will develop around the art and hopefully they will go onto my site or into a slim volume of my work.

Positive action from another experience.


I continue to wonder why some humans are so unpleasant towards each other. Reading a fascinating book about our brain and who are we, gives insight into one’s own brain. The activity happening inside our brain is massive, constant non stop action. I love to stop and watch the self and the self’s behaviour. Defensive, angry, protective, highly sensitive, perfectionist, creative, healer, passionate. Who is this? who creates all these emotions, feelings, who or what drives this vehicle of muscle, bone,cells. Who thinks?

The questions continue, the small voice needs to be listened to. The loud voice wants to be the power centre but sometimes makes mistakes.

Daily observations. Listen to the small voice.

Meditation stills everything, so beautiful to gaze into the tiny snowdrops peeking through the freezing earth. The awesome light of these tiny fragile beauties but their strength is herculean. To push through the harsh dark winters, pressing for the light and blossoming in full glory. To still the mind, stay awhile and watch the stillness and clarity. Breathing slows, calmness settles and we become part of this amazing planet which needs to be worshipped.

I see the moon peeping now from a clear sky which is lit by sparkling stars. Lunar love.

The North of England

Our beautiful Northern country drowning

Rivers raging roaring,

Weeping giants tears sweeping,

Stripping all from human and non human beings

Streams rearing leaping, sacrificial land,

Sacred spaces silently screaming

Earth fields and fells crucified

Seeds of life sleeping.



We have returned from a wonderful time spent with my family in Ireland, who flew over from Thailand, staying two days in Holyhead enroute. The Stenna ferry from Holyhead to Dublin is a wonderful way to travel, so calm and stress free, so opposite to flying! Even the food in the restaurants was delicious. The sea was wild but great to observe as we sail across. Trains to Holyhead from Liverpool fantastic, thank you.

Ireland and the Irish people so welcoming. Visiting Castles, Abbeys, Haunted house, the oldest working Lighthouse in the world. White sand and coastal views breathtaking, the emerald Isle indeed with the lush green visible everywhere. Pubs with great food, Guinness,ales and beerĀ  and hospitality and of course the music.

Lots of fun, games and laughter. Cannot wait to return.


At last my poems are in order getting ready to publish later this year. A poem has been requested so I am working on that one when I can ,delving into memories. Normally have an hours dance class at the gym on a Thursday but today I want to spend the hour on the poem, cannot miss the writing mode at the moment!

So very excited, proof read the last amazing chapter of Michaels novel, what an extraordinary talent he has, his first book will be published very soon,mid summer, success and fame just around the corner for him!.



My garden is like an aviary to hundreds of different species of birds, the early morning and late evening birdsong is beautiful. We have a new baby blackbird every year, I always feel sad when the parents fly away and leave the poor little thing. I presume it is survival of the fittest. They have been coming to our garden ever since we moved here thirteen years ago, I love to hear their song. This year the dreaded Magpies seem to have increased in number, great fat shiny cackling things who have already taken, that I know of, three tiny fledglings, sparrows I think, discarding their bodies when eaten enough. However the wood pigeons are beginning to fight back, I have watched the pigeons chasing away the magpies, the male protecting his pregnant female. My garden seems to be a minor mirror image of the world at the moment, fighting and screeching and killing but then the beauty of song and the little birds snuggled together for warmth and protection in the bushes.