Thoughts On A Poem By Wayne Muller

The word humility, like the human, comes from humus, or earth. We are most human when we do no great things. We are not so important; we are simple dust and spirit—at best, loving midwives, participants in a process much larger than we. If we are quiet and listen and feel how things move, perhaps…

What Is It That Exists?

©️ User 326726150 · Poem - Inadvertent Incognita ©️ This poem was inspired by an interpersonal exchange this week. Pondering what is it that exists? Inadvertent Incognita When you think, feel and know that you lived, there’s a story of what happened but nothing to prove that it did. Nothing of substance than can be…

Dawna Markova Poem

I will not die an unlived life.I will not live in fearof falling or catching fire.I choose to inhabit my days,to allow my living to open me,to make me less afraid,more accessible;to loosen my heartuntil it becomes a wing,a torch, a promise.I choose to risk my significance,to live so that which came to me as…

Exhibition (2019)

So my painting (unfinished at the time but now complete) was shown up at Shambellie House for exhibition from 15th-30th Nov as part of an add on to the Royal Photographic Society’s (RPS) exhibitionMy piece was just one of a few that were exhibited from local artists. It was nice to be included, I feel…