Had a particularly low day last Thursday which carried on into Friday. I spent time resting, with myself, meditating and I wrote this poem which helped shift through it... A 'free' day. Of late, so rare Anticipated with longing And yet, now here, I find The ache of longing still present With time, I've fallen into a hole Missing, void, partial, unwhole Longing, alongside Sadness, grief and despair, hard to bear Stopping to re-collect my week's feelings I find connection, jo

I long for a world Where everything is different Where I no longer need to straddle two paradigms Where my spiritual self can feel comfortable to live in the humanness of this world I long for a world Which doesn't make me weep... and rage At the injustice, the inhumanity Which doesn't cause me to feel pain every... single... day... I long for a world Which is so radically different Its difficult to even dream at times Where wisdom is currency and those who care are those