Silent Victims

Few talk about the animals War is evil and terrible, for everyone and everything, those behind it don't care about that, they are soulless husks. There is so much insanity and chaos and horror going on it's hard to process, but it needs a reminder that in the midst of all this animals, who have...

Left Behind

The storm comes, the house is empty and full of shadows, black cat sprawls under the bed, merges into darkness, one white foot runs and twitches in sleep; the silent echo of all that was, wafting in the warm storm wind as the rain comes, heavy and intense, relentless in soaked shining, black streets; the...

There is Power in the Woods

Steps to freedom – keep walking – the way through is the way back – the way home is the way within – everything is spirit and nothing is ‘out there’, it’s all from within – the soul is a book Walking through the woods – finding the spirit of the world – there was...

Meetings With Crows

It had been a sunny day but the heat was receding now; the clouds sprawling over the horizon were strange shapes and in the shadows it was growing cool. I stood on the step feeling the temperature suddenly shift, watching the sky; it felt odd, an atmosphere I couldn’t quite put my finger on, but...

Defying the Silence

Breaking free and be who you be...uncage the lion within I’ve written all my life but it’s taken me all my life to breakthrough everything that held me within myself, kept me holding on to it all and realizing the power of self-publishing, when there was a time I could never imagine getting it done,...

Freedom

That little bird that somebody sent.......... I was on the couch yesterday afternoon, writing; it was getting on, that lazy late afternoon feel, the hours of rain had started to ease, but everywhere was wet, soaked, dripping and I’d left the door ajar in case the old ginger cat came by again. Anyway, as I...

The Power of Imagination

It’s been twelve weeks since I lost my beautiful cat Sylvia. She was my soul-mate and it was sudden and it’s been so hard; I miss her so much. It’s still hard to believe she’s gone. I still forget sometimes and talk to her, wait for her to come out from behind the curtain or...

Farewell Beautiful Friend

For now........ From your first cry in the dark, finding your courage to speak, to risk reaching out when you were so scared, to your last pitiful tired cry on that dreadful afternoon, you owned my heart. The world is a darker place without you. I am only half myself without you. From the first...

Accepting the Unacceptable

Time Sneaks Up On Us All - The cost of caring The Philosopher It’s late. Too late. As ever my intention of getting to bed earlier fails. The number of ‘just do this’ or ‘just do that’ sucks away the time. But I’m there finally. It’s late. The lamp glows and the sounds of rain...

Writing For Your Life

It’s grey, pouring down. The whole house is surrounded by the echo of rain, running down gutters, falling on leaves, roofs; the splash and hiss of cars as they sweep down the streaming road. Everything shines as more and more rain falls onto an already soaked landscape. It’s like November. I wake in the night...