5.30am : Belfast International Airport I just poured boiling hot tea over my hand in Starbucks. Matcha Green Tea in a pyramid bag. I drove through the night watching a huge crescent moon rise like a scythe. My flight is at 7.45 but there … More Flying to another place.
I am prepared to wait, unlit, In my place; contemplating While overhead, the world waits, sunlit. I dig deep. My roots go down, Feeding, searching, far and wide, Anchoring me for what’s to come. I plunge through ancient layers While worms caress and coil Finding secrets hidden there. When I am filled with potential … More Unearthed
I have experienced grief several times in my life. The most recent has been the protracted kind familiar to anyone with a loved one diagnosed with dementia. There are many stages in the grieving process, most commonly denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. This poem written sometime during the first few years of my Mother’s … More Grief, Gratitude and Genealogy