Soul Writer

Spirituality

  • Remembering Who You Truly Are.

    On a bright cool Tuesday afternoon , in 1994, I sat in Leicester Odeon cinema, watching an animated film that had held me since the very first note, chord and voicing. I was 16 and holding in the blubbing tears… Continue reading

  • The Empty Field

    I Stood.Feet on the floor. Perilous. Before me. The Empty Field. Brown. Dirty. Barren.  The wheat had goneIts whispy movementA memory echo of a beautiful summer.  I pined its lossFor weeks. Complaining thereWas nothing to seeAt sunset. Except clouds.  Empty. Empty field. I stoodYet. Now. This moment. This evening.  Tears… Continue reading

  • Paths are made for feeling.

    (My words normal. Italics John O Donohue. )Every time you leave homeAnother road takes youInto a world you were never in. Pilgrimage, an oft used word. Traveller on a sacred path. Internal External. Concurrent. New Stranger on other paths awaitNew… Continue reading

  • Your Soul is never not Beautiful.

    Your Soul is never not beautifulExcept in the carcass thoughts of a fractured mindThat cant bear to be seenFrom the outside, or from within.For what it is. Your soul is never not beautifulFor she dances in puddles in red welly… Continue reading

  • Beauty is.

    Dear Flower, I might describe you with a label I once was taught, or proudly exclaim you with accuracy, from my limited knowledge of florals. I might give you fame, by taking your photo. Showing you off to a world… Continue reading

  • Take what you Need (18/06/26)

    I wrote these 25 random sentences today.  As heart and soul dumps on Substack, some of which started in my journal today.  Take what you need.  Being Grateful for your heart , and your mind, helps with noticing that you… Continue reading