Amazon (2001)
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 never see a Joker in an Angel Card Pack (1994)
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
A Poem for Peter Caddy (written just after his death in 1994)
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 30 – Spring 2002
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
Dear Dürten
Margot Henderson 21st April 2014 You were loyal to the last, you chose your day in Perfect Timing as we say, the AGM of the NFA! The new councillors were voted in just as you
Going Through Some Stuff (2001)
Sandy Barr When you see a head lowered and the shoulders are round When the brows are all furrowed and the feet drag the ground Then few words are spoken and life it seems rough
A gentle walk through Cluny Garden – for Christine
I had heard that my friend and long time co-worker Christine Hartmann was on a cancer journey far away in her native Germany. Then several things came together: overlooking the garden from my room in
One Earth – Natural Science (Autumn 1988)
One Earth, 2nd edition, volume 8, issue number 3, was originally published in autumn 1988. Inside this magazine you can find such features as Poetry, Politics And The New Biology; Psychology And Spirit: The
Entering the Heart of Scotland 1970
click here for eBook THE ISLE OF IONA Iona is the passionate, ascetic heart of Scotland, protected by its own desolation; grave of kings set in the veins of an icy sea. The
LET GO
At the beginning of September Karin Werner led an entrance meditation for the weekly Elders Meditation and read this poem that wrote itself through me in the same Cluny Sanctuary in the mid 70’s …
