Deeper Mystery Drop away Let go Let the fingers of your mind and expectations relax and release their hold. Just turn away. There is a deeper mystery at the heart of things that is calling

I was at the end of a rope At the bottom of some cliffs At Primrose Bay. “It’s an easy climb,” they said, And I said, “Fine. I can do it. I’ve climbed before.” The

Earthworms Today let us give thanks for earthworms For their tireless tunneling through the soil of the world Loosening, lightening, aerating the earth Creating passages for air and moisture to flow more freely Enabling life

To Andrew Murray I don’t remember your arriving in the community, or what departments you worked in during your first years here. I do remember beer and song on Wednesday afternoons in the kitchen, with

Margot Henderson offered this poem during a Fundraiser for the Universal Hall on Friday 22nd November 2024, organised by Sharon Took-Zozaya on the occasion of her 70th birthday. A powerful synchronicity allowed the Community to

Author’s Note 2024: I wrote this poem in a tea break during the Iron John Workshop with Robert Bly. Click here for my story about my experiences of that workshop. The poem was a result

You’ll often see the staff on a Friday in the pub Or collect a TV dinner from the kitchen in a tub You can see the seashore shrink when the moon it waxes full See

In my life I’d like to see Peter as an example I too would like to found a community The community of body, mind, spirit and emotions All working in harmony, for my higher good

Network News, issue number 30, was originally published in Spring 2002. Inside this edition: The Green And Burning Tree, Weaving My Destiny, and a poem by Mike Scott.     To browse through the magazine

A photographic exhibition of my wood work over the decades.