A universal language, known to all but spoken by few. If you are me, then I am you.

From Cleave by David Whyte We were born saying goodbye to what we love, we were born in a beautiful reluctance to be here, not quite ready to breathe in this new world, we are here and we are almost not, we are present while still not wanting to admit we have arrived…

This is a poem I wrote about the way we forget where words come from, their original roots and meanings. The way words evolve and what they have meant through time, what they truly mean at their core, is often lost and right in front of us at the same…

From the Mary Oliver poem ‘Wild Geese’, reminding us we are human, we are ordinary, we are not separate, we are part of this world, part of this “family of things”. And showing us how beautiful that is. “You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk…

Carve your boundaries and then flow within them Like a river flows bound by its banks I’ve often worried about setting boundaries; worried that they keep people out, upset people. More recently I’ve worried that they make me rigid and stop me from being able to let go. It becomes…

Nobody heard it, the inexorable crawl Gravel crunching under tyres creeping, slowly gathering speed, And inside he lay sleeping Close-by they were seen gathering under trees and makeshift awnings It could have been the rain driving them from the usual place That morning Yet standing close to them You would see…

From ‘Great Circle’, an amazing story by Maggie Shipstead. I take this as a comment on how hard it is to stay present, even when things are so beautiful. There’s something melancholic about it, but I also take it as reassurance. We may get lost, but there is always more…

A poem about the extraordinary ordinary, and how we sometimes forget.

This is part of a series I’ve written about releasing resistance — a concept that, like these poems, is simple, but not easy.