What do you think? Sea monster or alien?

What do you think? Sea monster or alien?


Sea Monster - fang-toothed eel, Texas

Not far from Goat Island, on the shores of Texas lies a creature from another world.  Washed up by Hurricane Harvey it looks like … err … what do you think?  … Is it a monster from the deep?  An alien from another Galaxy?  A fang-toothed seal, snake, serpent, eel or sausage!?

What do you think? Answers below: (20 words max please!)  Win most “Likes” “Loves” or “Laughs” !

Evening Alchemy

Evening Alchemy

A few weeks ago my home was Iona.  There in cradled comfort – rocked by the rhythm of the North Atlantic tide  a circle of poets gathered – all called to this most ancient isle where it is said the veil is thin.  A world on the edge of the ocean where magic lives and possibilities are born.

Twilight tide

carries evening rose

magic’s alchemy

soft sipping

turquoise turns

to silver silk

where dreams are kept

in an old sea chest


Born selkie

brown and round

soft speckled

freckled face

liquid love

gentle eyes fill

dreams found

in the old sea chest


Staffa’s song

sails on moonlight waves

quiet ocean dance

curiosity honed

as tiptoe-tail

he tickles silken kelp

for dreams are found

in this old sea chest

Ruminations: No 1

Ruminations: No 1


I am come

To burn my thorns

To open my heart

To feel the precious

Acts of kindness

Extended in the hands of others.


I am come

To burn my thorns

To open my heart

To hear the joyful laughter

Of you, me and Other

Dancing spirals with the wind.


I am come

To burn my thorns

To open my heart

To see the invisible

To hear with eyes wide open

And see with ears allowed.


I am come

To burn my thorns

To open my heart

To smell the salty

Swell of ocean waves, kissing

Playful pebbles as they run.


I am come

To burn my thorns

To open my heart

To celebrate the wonder

In Beauty’s breathless whisper

Of red full moon at dawn.

novjaro beno

novjaro beno

As the world awakens

To a dawning new year

May your dreams and your wishes

Feel ever more clear

In the moment when darkness

And gloom closes round

May a path of soft moonlight

Appear on the ground

And if you should happen

To stagger or sway

May your balance return

With the dance of Earth’s clay.

Let the voice of Earth’s oceans,

Her rivers and streams

Soothe jangling nerves

And rides of extremes.

And if numbness or grief

Become shivers of fright

May rainbows of colour

Embrace you with light

So that flurries of red

Orange and green

Indigo, yellow

And sky blue is seen.

When the actions of others

May fill you with dread

Remember that Spring

Follows Winter instead.

And the following three-

Sixty five that will dawn?

Consider the contrast

Is yours to transform.

Pivot bad thoughts,

Take flight on a dove –

Raise your vibration

Feel joy, peace and love.


The Voyage


I wrote this poem on a beautiful sunny September morning.  We were at sea and it was in the hours before our last seminar together with Abraham and Esther.  Enjoy 🙂

When heavy skies hang damp and cool

In an English Channel grey

The Silhouette – our ship most fine

Sails ‘midst white horses soaked in brine,

Her gleaming bows cut through with ease

These swollen, choppy, steely seas.


It’s far above her waking decks

I find Crow’s quiet, cosy nest,

Astounding views, expanding views

One eighty of the very best

Where sky meets Sea and seagulls soar

I gasp wide-eyed and feel the more.


The passage smooth, our course is south

Beyond a blue Atlantic mouth

Where Spanish flare and passions rise

To Lisbon’s ancient castle prize.

A voyage so rich, this journey’s sweet

Exploring, moving, much to meet.


Gibraltar’s Straits, her monkeys too

Moroccan peaks, surprising views.

The Silhouette, our ship most fine,

Her crew, the people, cabin – mine!

Momentum grows, quickening pace

Blessed beauty, abundant grace.


Laughter’s sails fill with glee

Voyaging the Med, Blue Sapphire’s Sea

Where rests a harbour, jewel of calm

And Roman roads are lined with palms.

There marble paths lead smooth as glass

To ancient ruins, stories past.


There’s so much more I wish to say –

The friendships, contrast and the play

My moonlighted cabin bathed in light

Soft Ocean whispers through the night

Until new threshold, day is born

And magic sparkles with the dawn.