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A poem for Wintering
A poem written during my hibernation this winter. I was sat at my allotment, where the garden is definitely in it’s winter slumber, reflecting on how at odds I felt with the ‘New Year’ energy. How can it be a new year when everything is still so cold and every inch of my being is…
Embrace Autumn: Inspiring Quotes for the Season
Do you feel the call of autumn? Dearest Wyld Ones, Even though it is November here in the UK, it has only just started to feel like Autumn! Where I live in the South-West, it is always a little warmer than other parts of the country. Our leaves have only just started to change, painting…
Wyld Words- Rockpools
Hello Wyld Souls, For the last few months I have been running an online nature-based poetry circle called Wyld Words. For each session we write individually and as a group based on a nature being or ecosystem, it has been a magical journey so far as we voyaged through moss and rockpools. Some beautiful poems…
Guided Nature Meditation Demo
After an empowering, meditative experience in a river on Bodmin Moor I felt moved to try my hand at writing a guided meditation based on those moments. Afterwards I sat on the banks of the river and read through the scrawls in my notebook to create this offering. This is something very new and different…
A Weed’s Farewell
For those who dwell where they are not appreciated. May you find your place to bloom. Bolted, like a plant too eager to bloom Now stretched out, gone to seed and Full of the bitterness of pressure And changeable weather. Hack me back to my roots Take the seeds of potential Which I have quietly…
Wild Woman of the Trees
Another tree inspired poem. This poem was birthed at the first meeting of the Red Writing Circle, an outdoor poetry circle for folk who identify as women. This project is being run with the lovely Poppy Jones – a fabulous poet and champion for women’s voices in poetry. The prompt was to find a space…
In the Arms of the Evergreen (Poem)
Today I found a beautiful evergreen tree, curled up onto one of it’s branches and listened to the rain, this poem came to me. I hope that you enjoy this love letter to the wise watchers, those trees that just make you gape in awe at their timelessness. Here is a recording from the branches…
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