I asked the wind, what is it you are here for why are you doing this? It said;
to unleash chaos, nature is not tidy or manicured.
Seeds will be earthed and reborn.

I asked the wind, what is it you are here for why are you doing this? It said;
to unleash chaos, nature is not tidy or manicured.
Seeds will be earthed and reborn.

February always seems to be a bit of a slow path to spring, with some glimpses of blue skies and sunshine on still days. I look to my Irises and watch how they are so resilient to the morning frost, the low temperatures and strive towards the yellow streaming light at noon. Each day I check they are making it through. We are forecast icy rain and snow again, I have many things I seem to worry about, but these flowers just soak up the light. They spread their petals fully open without a bit of concern.




I am She of sound
On this dust and bone of Earth
As the sound plays from nature
The world goes quiet and song plays on
As the world goes quiet
And the song plays on
When you listen …..
When you go beyond the tongue
When you look inward and
See the sound…. does play on
When you look deep into Heart
You hear it…….
Feel the dust and bone at your feet Dear One
Feel under your soles
The Sky above
Let the Earth respond
At your Heart, at your mind
Let the Mind go beyond
Let the Mind go quiet
And you’ll feel where you belong
With the Earth at your feet
And the Sky at your mind
Let the Earth engulf you
So you know you belong
Within Her now
Let the song play on
Singing the song to you
And see you belong
With the Earth at your feet
The Sky in your mind
And the song in your Heart
Let Yourself be held,
You are right where you belong