A Clinical Psychologist, Facilitator, Baker and Candlestick maker! Love to write. My career is based on the spoken word. I use words to connect, heal, create insight, facilitate growth and evoke laughter.Words twirl and curtsy, They do as you say. Accurate and reliable, They don’t betray! Cheers!
If these walls could speak they would tell you, The tale of sweet girlhood Of wild hair and bright eyes Heartache and sacred ties Whispered secrets-too many to tell A purple wall and a cow bell Woes and delights in
Standing stationary But still in motion Attract and repel Discard old notions. Sit up straight Chest up high Uncross your legs Don’t you sigh! Push your limits Even if you die Silence accompanies All broken ties On and On I
Drop by drop The candle dies, Its molten self Drips with a sigh, The bright flame above Unaware of the ordeal How with each moment The pain the candle feels As little winged creatures Fly in for their death Fluttering
Standing at the door of an empty conference room, I love the thought of what might unfold. The surge of energy that is about to pulse, The promise of deep connection that it holds. As we explore together and learn,
Crooks of elbows Squared in pegs Cream coloured walls The cool between your legs Closed buttoned eyelids Cloudy skies Web of fingers Your beautiful lies Tucked away neatly Amongst bits of red Metal staples Running though your head Yet a
It sneaks up from behind, Distance closes in, Like an unseeing hand I know where I have been Tangled hair and ash Salty sweet night and day Dusty journeys and wind I know where I lay This misty space fills
I understand now, I understand why words like moths- Flutter in my mind, Like my thoughts they change all the time. I understand now, I understand the beauty of too much pain- Even a stale pain retrieved over and over,