Where the shadow falls the deepest…

“I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, I was really going in.  –  John Muir  (1838 – 1914)

“The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.”  

-  Robert Frost

“How strange that Nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!   –  Emily Dickinson


Where the shadow falls the deepest… 

Cool waters run rapid

Needles fall from the pines

Crunching beneath my boots

Fallen trees offer rest


Birds serenade sweetly

Sometimes mournfully

Sunlight illuminates

Flitting through branches


Nature seems to listen

She collects my tears

Nurturing new growth

Recyclage dans son temps  (Recycled in its  time)



Her fingers gently caress

With each fragile breath of wind

Her reflection can be found

Dans l’étang de la cascade  (In the pond of the cascade)


Be tender – learn her wisdom

Caution where your foot falls

Even the insects have their work

Her rhythm measures my own


Sanctuary – she gives freely

It is she who pays the price

Tranquility oft to linger

Là où la chute l’ombre tombe le plus profond (Where the shadow falls the deepest)





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Alien Landscape


“Open your eyes, look within. Are you satisfied with the life you’re living?   – Bob Marley


“Not on one strand are all life’s jewels strung.”   - William Morris


“Life is like a ten speed bicycle. Most of us have gears we never use.”   – Charles M. Schulz


“I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.”   – Thomas A. Edison


Alien landscape


We are all tourists

Some will be obsessed

Driven to make the most

Of each moment

They fail to take pleasure

In the nuances proffered

Others will passively move

From this reality to

Whatever awaits?

There are those who are

Unshakable and move

With grace and confidence

Through the darkest of times

Others claw their way

From first breath to last

To tremble at the touch of another

Can be a most precious gift

Painting the canvas of your life

The colors are yours to choose

Will you play it safe – muted colours?

Dare to express yourself with all the

Vibrancy within your grasp?

Time passes all to quickly

The years both kind and cruel

Reflected in the shading

Light and darkness in turn

Mortality a heartbeat away

Create while you can

The music of your life






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Learning to Die: my TEDx talk


Carly-Jay has much to teach us all!

Originally posted on bruises you can touch:

Yesterday my TEDx talk went live on TEDx Brisbane’s YouTube channel, and I’ve had an almost overwhelming response about speaking about my life (and deaths), and my beliefs and truths about death and dying. Here it is - Learning to Die.

I’ve been bathed in Death Walker training over the last two days, the last of which is today, and being able to come together with other ‘deathies’ has been such a gift; so serendipitous in its timing. When I checked my phone at morning tea, I couldn’t understand why I had a flurry of messages, although it soon registered when friends and strangers alike were reaching out to me to droves. Mission accomplished!

And so here it is. It’s been released to the the world, and it’s there for people to do with it what they may. I am happy and grateful that it is out in the ether, and if…

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Cadeau de la clé / Gift of the key

Thank you Christine over at http://journeyintopoetry.wordpress.com for inspiring this post. Stop in and meet Christine if you are not already following her. Read and be inspired as I am.


“We shouldn’t teach great books; we should teach a love of reading.”   – B.F. Skinner


“To read is to fly: it is to soar to a point of vantage which gives a view over wide terrains of history, human variety, ideas, shared experience and the fruits of many inquiries.”   – A.C. Grayling


“Reading takes us away from home, but more important, it finds homes for us everywhere.”   – Hazel Rochman



Cadeau de la clé / Gift of the key



Intrinsically curious

Insatiable in their


Starving to understand

Insatiable curiosity

The mystery about them

This world, people

How things work?

Why they do not work?

What is to become of them?

How do they fit in?

Or not?


Give them fuel to feed

The fires of inquisitiveness

Open the door to literature,

History, science, poetry

And all the world of print

Give them the tools

To learn, to explore so that they

One day they can be more

Read to them teach them

Give them the key

Entice them to unlock each

Mystery that beckons and the

Gift that they are never








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The World of Wonders, Illustrated


I really enjoyed this post from Lotta!

Originally posted on Lotta Wanner:

World of Wonders

If I get my eyes on anything old with words I just can’t let it go. I’m fascinated by the wish to communicate that lasts over centuries.

These old magazines (?) were handed over to me by my Father in Law, I guess he didn’t have the heart to throw them away either.

Unfortunately I can’t find one single fact to when these were printed.  But clues from: they mention interesting experiments made by a man called Alexander Graham Bell! The price is 6d. And they often refer to matters occuring in the 1700s, not so long ago in their time. No names of authors of the articles are printed.

One story specifically caught my attention yesterday, it is titled and starts like this:



THE Gentleman’s Magazine for August, 1739, records the death of one Christiana Davis, on the 7th July of that…

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“The greatness of a man is not in how much wealth he acquires, but in his integrity and his ability to affect those around him positively.”   – Bob Marley


“Greed is a bottomless pit which exhausts the person in an endless effort to satisfy the need without ever reaching satisfaction.”   – Erich Fromm


“Wealth is the ability to fully experience life.”   – Henry David Thoreau






Despite advance studies

Money rarely trickled down my path

Choosing Mental Health

Over a lucrative career

Despite any talents or skill

The bills remain a struggle

Yet I have the most beautiful sky

Just outside my window

A grand chorus of birds

Sing me awake each day

Summertime, sung to sleep

By frogs and crickets


Your latest acquisition

Phones, laptops, automobiles

Will be an albatross

In the not too distant future

And advertisers will tell you

What you NEED to make you

Happy – another purchase

Piled upon local landfill

As you move on to your next

Vital acquisition

While I gather lavender, rosemary,

Figs, almonds and know

How truly rich I am 



The family said I would never

Have any wealth – be one of them

Would not know what to do with it

Would give it away

There may be some truth to that

I’ve always found others

Who needed it more than me

Yet I’ve more than I

Dreamed could be mine

Surrounded by beauty

In the embrace of my community

Some things cannot be bought

At last, I have come home





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“My Alma mater was books, a good library… I could spend the rest of my life reading, just satisfying my curiosity.”   – Malcolm X


“We shouldn’t teach great books; we should teach a love of reading.”    -  B. F. Skinner


“You’re never too old, too wacky, too wild, to pick up a book and read to a child.”   – Dr. Seuss





Again and again

You introduce me

To another author

I haven’t read before

Before now

Before this discovery

Something in a title

Or description

Catches my eye

Inflames my curiosity

And the world

Of another author

Is opened to me

Perhaps this one

Will hook me

And more of

Their work

Lines my

Overcrowded shelves

Can’t you hear them groan


To be read?

Piled so high they

LEAN over edges

Hunger for more

Les livres

Well loved stories

Searching for what else

The author has written

Words, stories, poems

I never could keep

This addiction secret

Hooked so young

A passion often key

In forming new friendships

Yes, that is me

I am damned

Damned to a life

Of books

Merci beaucoup!





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