Art by Asako Eguchi
Picking Berries
by Margaret Sangster
Away to the hill-side on swift little feet,
Trot quick through the meadows in shadow and sun;
Broad brims and deep crowns over brows that are sweet,
And round rosy cheeks that are dimpling with
I am my mother's savage daughter
The one who runs barefoot
She looks for her omens
In the colors of stones
In the faces of cats
In the dancing of fire
In the curve of old bones
She sings heathеn songs
By the light of the moon
And dreams she can reac
~ For World Bee Day ~
“Hush now.
The wounds run deep,
but the bees
are full of knowing.
They know the hive
of your heart,
each crooked curled chamber
each hopefully hidden curve,
each darkened holding cell.
They have come
with wings
and song
A Song of the Spirit
This is the one I said I would not going to even try to quantify - I felt strongly that either you would either get it, or not (although being my tribe, I do feel more of you fall more towards the former rather the latter). It’s
The Cure For It All
Go gently today, don’t hurry
or think about the next thing. Walk
with the quiet trees, can you believe
how brave they are—how kind? Model your life
after theirs. Blow kisses
at yourself in the mirror
especially when
you think you
Art by Watercolours by Rachel
NO WAITING ROOM
What if you didn’t wake up tomorrow and your soul is watching down thinking of all the things you didn’t get to do yet because you were too scared, or too shy, or too worried about money. And all the th
