Let let the drums
Let let the drums
Let let the drums
Take flight…lifting higher higher

Feel feel the beat
Feel feel the beat
Feel feel the beat
Pulse on…getting faster faster

Lift cares away
Lift cares away
Lift cares away
Just watch…drifting further further…

Sun Day

I attempt to get a calmer outlook on life by putting on my new yoga DVD.  A few downward dogs and cobras later, I attempt a wobbly tree pose and feel ready to say “Hi” to the Sun. I am feeling rejuvenated and ready to start my day – ok it is 2pm and my day actually started quite a few hours earlier but I had to get other things out of the way first like the washing and shopping and getting my roots done didn’t I? Oh and did I mention that I am on a fast day and need to keep my mind off what’s in the fridge?

I get a call from a friend and go for a walk along the beach.  I don’t know if it’s the lack of food but I see yoga poses in the sky…




I arrive, blown in with the gale and more than half a bucket of leaves, and proceed to look around for a familiar face. I spot Jo and James sharing a table on the other side of the bar. Vince sits on the next table, all concerned unaware of the proximity of fellow stoners (small stone writers) . I go over and introductions are made. Chat is of others who share our daily writings… and books and films and occupations and wolves and toads and pond life and other such diverse topics. All is to the soundtrack of JC and Angelina with their often foot-tapping tunes – they are accompanied by a whisk-wielding, wash board-playing, suspender-wearing (according to Jo) musician who adds a slightly bizarre touch to the evening.
As we end this year of stones, of sharing our souls with virtual friends, it feels good to cement these links closer to home in the ‘real’ world. Yet… the sharing of our meeting with everyone on this vast planet – shrunken to the blink of an eye, the touch of a button, changes the celebration and makes it a symbol for here. This special place.
Love, light and peace to you all.

Early Christmas with Friends

Supper group turns
We chat and laugh
And listen and care…
But most of all
Enjoy to share
Company of friends
forged across chilly
corridors and testing times.
We celebrate our
Alternative Christmas do
Just us few
Around the
Roundish table.

Showing us the Way

A thin beam from the torch
Barely illuminates
Our path as we try to
Follow the drive downwards.
Tarmac soon gives way to
Looser gravel; feet make
Stones skitter sideways – marking
Our passage while eyes glint
From the darkness. We turn
A corner and the steamy
Warmth of kitchen lights welcomes
Us up ahead. Dinner
With friends beckons. As we
Cross over into the
Light so does our feline


Crisps and dips go straight on the hips
While a little wine makes you feel just fine
And it’s all ok ‘cos come the day
In the gym I’ll be in the hope, you see,
That I’ll sweat the pounds and get less round…
……. ……. ……
Round…rotund… a little stunned!
I’m not that agile, and I feel QUITE fragile
In fact my head sends me back to bed
In a darkened room, where I’ll stay ‘til noon
(I’m no quitter but need to feel fitter!)

My head is murky…is this cold turkey?
I only had a little….not really my tipple
All my good intention, vanished with the tension
Headache pulsing forth, wind blowing from the north
I really have to say, in the cold light of day

I really should have tea with lots of lovely

Haunted by Houses

Halloween and the adults are telling ghost stories around the dinner table. Mindful of the ‘little’ ones who might be spooked by these real life tales, I spirit them off to make non-haunted origami houses in the other room before letting my dad finish his tale. I needn’t have bothered – one of the houses soon contains all sorts of scary stuff behind the shuttered windows…

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