Category: Creative Arts

I always loved the reflections of the sky in the sea and here I am, in bed, feeling rough But in my minds eye the glittering sun on the water is my motivation and my power to heal. Watching the water day by day in my own world...

Sheila sits on the monument in Bucky Doo and knits a scarf a bowl for offerings at her feet she winds her wool passionately for Tibet where a gentle people suffer and yearn for freedom and the scarf grows longer and longer with...

I didn’t invite you in but you came anyway invading my spaces You made yourself at home spreading your possessions in my fragile frame Persistent repair work drove you away for a while Too soon you were back searching for nooks...

Sunlight glints on shiny hulls and Elekta 2 sparkles sails flash along the horizon light sears closed eyelids houses nestle the shoreline arms around my head ache wind blows across the bay shivers breeze over my flesh rest on a...

I’ve always been curious. When I see the sea I don’t just see the water. I love the natural blues and greens, the vast expanse of it all. The apparent endlessness. Yet, I cannot help but wonder what lies beneath. I don’t mean...

I might have passed without knowing over the cancer-curved horizon ignorant of who I am that would have been the saddest thing within this damaged shell open to life, love, loss grows something priceless that pearl is me J...

I always knew I loved to walk the hills above the sea the paths around the shoreline the ridge from here to there the openness the space But I didn’t know I loved being able to walk to put one foot before another to achieve a...