Motherhood

While waiting for her invitation

To The Mothering Squad

She dreams a little, and lives a little more.

She’s growing a heart so open

Love shines on through a granite mist

Digging out the darkness,

The despair that makes her sick.

She’s kneading early passions

To a strong and potent state

And devouring life’s temptations

Before she procreates.

She’s reading like a wildfire

With flames of curiosity

And running like a panther

Raw and wild and free.

She’s listening to her body

Her energy, her beat

So she can understand

Make strong, respect, replete.

And if the invitation never comes

Remains unwritten, gets waylaid
She’ll mourn a little, then live a little more.

My whole

There’s a home out there,
Waiting.

Where I belong,
All of me.

I’ll know when I’m there,

A pulsing love joins every cell.
Me, one with everything.

And in that place I breathe,
One energy, many souls, 
Together, softly spirited.

My heart takes root,
Secure as it feeds

A universal earthbeat.

Each dawn rise, 
Energised a new
Understood, healed, held.

There’s a home out there
Waiting,

Wanting,
All of me.

Disarm me, 2014

A wild ocean of loving kindness

Smiling eyes, seductive words

Laughter that roots in the belly

A free mind, chasing the heart
Curious, spirited, with intention

Connected to a playful purpose

A breath of energising still
Soulful strength, open heart
Beautifully disarming moments

A happy year of shared delight 

Family, friends, clients, strangers

Synergy, love, understanding.

It's bloody great to be here.