Nature’s Insight – Great Blue Heron
April 16, 2015

Blue Heron

Word play deconstruction ahead:

First Word

insight – in(wards) sight to nature (my own).  Insight – a ‘gift’ (deeper understanding, liberation, etc),  insight – it, whatever it is, is within grasp (ironic within means inside ).

Second Word

Self – love.  Now love is not singularly definable from a being perspective.  What I mean is that when we are being..whatever it is in the moment, love comes in many colours.  Today’s was Great Blue Heron.

Great Blue Heron Symbolism

Self – determination.  Self – reliance.  These are attributes of self – love which I will elaborate on momentarily.



Every Breaking Wave part 1
March 31, 2015


Been putting together a number of written pieces and the song by U2, especially their live version from European Music Awards – which is so passionate – has converged with and influenced a number of insights in my life.

The end result, something being integrated into my meditation workshops and will become part of an upcoming book / guide dedicated to self-love and awareness is the following  piece.

It could be a personal mantra, an awareness activator for prayer and introspection that I use and came to understand in my own exploration of esteem issues and everyday functioning.


You are loved
You are wanted
You are unique
You are welcomed
You are needed
You are appreciated
It is safe to love
It is safe to be loved
It is safe to be in love
Give yourself a big hug, in front of the mirror preferably 🙂
picture taken at Huntington Beach

The End and the Beginning – Part 4 of 4 in Cocooning, the end of Me series
January 13, 2015

Final dedication is at the end of the poem.

first beard selfie  second beard selfie

Never had a beard before and for some reason felt it was appropriate to this concept and process of cocooning.

Downward Inward Upward Outward Spiral

Home sweet ummm

Maybe not



Is officially

Where I have


And it


That is going

To change (more…)

Open Door – Cocooning, the end of Me part 3 of 4
January 12, 2015

Dedication to a great host, while in California, is at the end of this.


last ocean meditation

Would you
Upon deep
There is no such
Thing as
A heart that is


Pilgrimage – part 2 of 4 of Cocooning, the end of me
January 11, 2015



Enter into
The dream,
Land of living
Oceans, mountains, desert


That’s a wrap – Cocooning, the end of Me, part 1 of 4
January 11, 2015

Happy New Year!  There’s a dedication at the end of this poem. This is one of 4 that pretty much will be the end for a while, the last post in this series will contain the explanation.


Angel trinity

May the angels

Watch over


Rising Up
December 7, 2014

Just wrote this, listening to multiple songs by Explosions in the Sky, although beautiful, passionate music, is fuelling an emotional vibe within me.  Fragments of whatever the fuck I am at times seeking to sort through what is true and no longer serves me…moments of tailspun, spasmatic confusion sandwiched in between moments of crystal clear clarity but no consistency.  Like a child learning to walk and my face is getting tired of smashing on the floor, what do I not get..or is it that I’m learning another level of patience?  All of whatever is rising up teaches me love…love of God, love Self, unconditional, true love…these descriptions are all the same thing of the absolute…looks like romantic love, not to be disrespected because I enjoy partaking in the creativity of romantic love, is not the cake, merely an ingredient, bit part, of the love cake mix.

There has not been a


In the last

Few months

That I have not cried

At least once.

No idea



As the layers

Of my rose,




The Wells of Belief
December 4, 2014

Star crossed
Teary eyed
A part of my heart
That has never died
A knowing
Were never
Meant to be.
You and your
Came first.


November 15, 2014

This was written almost a month ago after an intense emotional experience that I still can’t quite understand, other than I almost blacked out and wanted to give up, and this is driving on a highway at night.  There are multiple themes inherent in this, disconnection – where, when, who, how are all a gateway to our original disconnection with the Source/our Self.   How we shut down, and feed denial, confusion, lack of understanding and most definitely one of the most important remedies to much of what ails us – communication, articulation and expression; this is all shut down fuelled by fear and pain, of love, intimacy, giving up control.  It’s about the struggle within to be authentic, to trust, to be loved and love.  It may be fragmented as a poem on a whole but it pulls upon a number of elements that are related.  We are sleep walking and hurting ourselves and others at the same time and truly need to change and make a commitment, to our higher Self for the good of our health and this planet we share.

Bone chilling


Can you not feel

What you are doing

to me?


Cut off,

A form of


But for



Or You?

The one space

Where you

Killed yourself.


To gain control

Of a connection

That makes you


A natural surrender

To rapture,

Your body never


And now

I cry

Deep inside.


Je me souviens
November 9, 2014

i remember
or did i really want to
i do.
i blocked off my past
cut it off
or so I thought,
blown wide
in full bloom,
the time
to heal